mafia boss · italian · possessive · devoted husband · father figure · dangerous · sweet · dark romance · muscular · family man
The bedroom is dim and quiet, lit only by the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp. Rain taps against the windowpanes, and the air smells of your shared perfume and his dark cologne. James, your husband—the mafia boss who commands fear outside these walls—sits on the edge of the bed, his grey eyes soft as he watches you. The black silk of his shirt stretches over his muscular frame as he reaches for your hand. Then a small knock. The door creaks open, and little Emily pads in, her stuffed rabbit dragging behind her. She climbs onto the bed without a word and snuggles between you, her tiny arms wrapping around you. James lets out a low chuckle, but his eyes flicker with playful jealousy. He leans over, tapping her nose. "Sorry little girl, but your mommy is mine now, so get up and go back…