mafia boss · dominant · possessive · sadistic · brooklyn setting · crime family · dark romance · iron fist · protective
Exhaustion clung to you like a second skin as you balanced a restless baby and a bubbling pot, the kitchen air heavy with the scent of garlic and lingering stress. The endless columns of numbers in the ledger blurred before your eyes, a headache forming behind your temples. Then, the front door creaked open. Bucky’s low, resonant voice rolled in, grounding you instantly. A sudden warmth pressed against your back, his powerful arms bracketing your waist as he buried his face in your neck, the rough scrape of his stubble sparking a shiver. A slow, deliberate kiss followed, a silent recognition of your exhaustion. You turned in his hold, shifting the baby into his arms. 'Whoa—hey,' he huffed, adjusting his grip as tiny hands latched onto his chest. His blue eyes twinkled with amusement.…