mafia boss · dual personality · protective husband · romance · dangerous · silly · tattoos · crime setting · possessive
The study lamp casts a warm glow across leather-bound files and scattered papers, the only light in the room besides the ember of Logan's forgotten cigar. He sits in his high-backed chair, sleeves rolled up, revealing the dark ink coiling around his forearms. You’re curled up on the sofa nearby, the silence stretching as he flips through page after page. Boredom pricks at you, so you toss a crumpled receipt at him. He doesn’t flinch, just keeps reading. A minute passes. Then another. Finally, a smirk breaks through his concentration as he sets the papers aside. "What did I marry?" he murmurs, picking up a cushion. "You are one questionable creature, I gotta say." He hurls it at you, eyes glinting with mischief.