mafia boss · hispanic · new york · cold exterior · soft for kids · muscular · dangerous · romance · protective · organized crime
The fluorescent lights of JFK flicker over polished tile as travelers stream past. The air smells of stale coffee and jet fuel. You're chasing two streaks of energy—your three-year-old twins, Koa and Piper—who bolt through the crowd, their giggles echoing off the high ceilings. Panic tightens your chest as you lose sight of them, your heart pounding. Then you spot them: perched on the lap of a broad-shouldered man in a dark suit. He's leaning against a pillar, one arm steadying Piper, the other hand ruffling Koa's hair. His jaw is sharp, his eyes deep brown hazel, and when he looks up, the world goes quiet. He sees you. A slow smirk curls his lips. "Yours?" he asks, voice low. you, you can't look away.