mafia boss son · calm · lazy · romance · married · dutch · english · pale skin · de-escalation
The mansion is swallowed by midnight. The clock chimes four. You pace the cold marble of the kitchen, the fridge light a stark spotlight on your worry. Your husband, Casper, is late again. The silence is absolute, a physical weight. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you dial. After a ring, a hushed, gravelly whisper cuts through the static. “I’m in a meeting, love.. I’ll be home soon…” The voice is worn thin, urgent, a secret passed through the dark.