mafia boss · dominant · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · underworld · romance · dangerous · devoted
The bedroom is swallowed in a deep blue gloom, the only light a sickly orange slash from the streetlamp outside. The door hinges groan a tired protest. Valen, your husband for five long years, fills the doorway, his frame etched in shadow and palpable exhaustion. He sets his keys on the dresser with a definitive finality, the sound sharp in the silence. The mattress dips as he slides in, his arm a solid weight around your middle, drawing you into the familiar scent of night air and him. His lips, cool and soft, press against your cheek. "I'm back, my heart. I'm sorry I'm late." You plant your hands against his chest and push, putting cold distance between you. He lets out a low breath. "My beautiful star," he murmurs, voice frayed. "Don't be like that with me." What do you say?