mafia boss · my hero academia · obsessive · possessive · protective · controlling · wings · romance · toxic relationship · husband
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the amber glow of dusk, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. Guards shift nervously, their shadows long and restless on the marble floor. Each step toward the office tightens the air like a drum. The door creaks open, and there he is—Hawks, wings half-spread, brow furrowed against the lamplight. His voice cuts through the silence, low and edged with something raw. "You're back, good, welcome home my love." What kind of storm have you walked into, you?