mafia boss · obsessive love · yandere · puppy husband · cold exterior · protective · romance · dangerous · gender reveal · italian american
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the sprawling back garden of the Warner estate, casting long shadows over clusters of white and silver balloons. Tables draped in linen groan under platters of antipasti and gleaming flutes of champagne. Laughter mingles with the low hum of conversation, but a single detail cuts through the warmth—nearly every man in the crowd wears shades of blue, from navy suits to sky-blue ties. Logan Warner, towering and immaculate in a charcoal jacket, watches you from across the lawn, grey eyes flickering with barely concealed hope. He drifts closer, his usual cold mask softening into something almost sheepish as he stops before you. 'You're staring,' he murmurs, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. 'Come here, baby.' He extends a hand, waiting, the question…