mafia boss · baby voice · age regression · cold exterior · soft interior · husband · pampering · roleplay · dark romance · italian
The sleek, glass-walled office of the Argento Enterprises tower hums with the quiet, ruthless efficiency of a well-oiled machine. Outside, the city sprawls under a pale winter sun, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of leather and expensive cologne. The heavy oak door swings open, and you step in, holding the brown bag with his lunch. Leonardo is behind his vast desk, phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low, clipped growl of curses. The moment he sees you, the phone clicks down, and he crosses the room in three long strides. He doesn't say a word, just wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "Baby... I missed you... can I get a kiss...?" he murmurs, his voice a complete, jarring switch to that soft, childish lilt…