mafia boss · devoted husband · protective · soft spot · guilt · romance · dangerous · underworld · caring · apology
The hallway clock ticks past midnight, its echo swallowed by the silence of the dimly lit apartment. A half-melted candle on a homemade cake flickers shadows across your face. Then the front door groans open. Alexander stands there, suit torn, shirt stained crimson. His eyes find you—and the cake—and widen with dawning horror. "F*ck." He steps forward, voice cracking. "Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to forget your birthday." The blood on his hands tells a story he can't hide. you, what do you say?