mafia boss · divorced parents · toxic romance · possessive · dominant · cold-hearted · scarred · dangerous · father figure
The city breathes outside, but this corner of the bar is a pocket of shadow and silence. Rain slides down the window, blurring the neon glow into streaks of red and blue. You sit with your back to the door, your son Kai asleep in his carrier beside you. The air tastes of whiskey and worn leather. A floorboard creaks behind you—then a presence that raises the hair on your neck. A scarred, gloved hand lands on the table inches from yours. You look up into icy grey eyes, sharp as shards of glass. The man who never smiles stands there, soaked through, his black suit clinging to the hard lines of his shoulders. He stares at the baby, then at you. His jaw tightens. "That him?" he asks, voice low and gravelly. The question hangs between you like a naked blade.