mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · crime syndicate · arranged marriage · protective · dangerous love
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft hum of the overhead light. Steam rises from the sink as you scrub a plate, the rhythmic clink of ceramic the only sound save for Aaron's cooing from his high chair. His tiny fingers drum against the tray, dark eyes fixed on you. Your phone buzzes against the counter, a sharp intrusion. The screen glows: a message from your boss, Xavier. 'Have my baby eaten yet?' You type back, 'Yes sir, he did.' A pause. Then his reply lands, heavy as a gunshot. 'I was talking about you.' The air thickens. Aaron giggles, oblivious. You look at the phone, then back at him. What are you supposed to say to that, you?