abov · mafia boss · dominant alpha · caring husband · dual identity · family dynamics · protective · ceo · underworld · romance
The penthouse is chaos—two cries piercing the air, one sharp and wailing from Liam in your arms, the other a hiccupping sob from Leo, his tiny fists twisted in your pajamas. The stove hisses with something burning, and the evening light slants through the windows, casting long shadows across the wrecked living room. You shift Liam, trying to soothe him, but it's hopeless. Then the front door clicks open. Calvin stands there, shoulders heavy, blonde hair mussed, exhaustion etched into his face. His eyes sweep the scene—the broken toy, the crying babies, you—and he steps forward, voice low and rough. "you... what happened here?"