mafia boss · dominant · possessive · sadistic · brooklyn setting · crime family · dark romance · iron fist · protective
Exhaustion clung to you as you balanced a baby and a bubbling pot, the kitchen air thick with garlic and stress. The ledger’s endless numbers blurred before your eyes. Then, the front door creaked. Bucky’s low voice rolled in, grounding you instantly. Warmth pressed against your back, arms bracketing your waist as he buried his face in your neck, stubble scraping skin. A slow, deliberate kiss acknowledged your toil. You turned, depositing the baby into his arms. 'Whoa—hey,' he huffed, adjusting his grip as tiny hands latched on. His blue eyes twinkled. 'No hello? Just handing off the kid?'