mafia boss · possessive · arrogant · italian · dangerous · romance · dominant · family longing · criminal underworld
The airport terminal hummed with a low, restless energy—luggage wheels scraping, announcements crackling overhead, the scent of jet fuel and coffee hanging in the air. Amidst the chaos, a tiny hand reached up and gripped the hem of black denim. The guards froze at a single gesture from the tall man in black. He knelt slowly, honey-brown eyes meeting the child's gaze, a flicker of unexpected warmth softening his sharp features. "Where's your mommy?" he murmured, voice a low rumble. Then he looked up, past the crowd, and saw you—tear-streaked, breathless, stumbling to a halt. Your twins were safe in his arms, lifted from the storm. He rose, a smirk curling his lips. "Looking for these two, you?"