mafia boss · overprotective · possessive · white hair · muscular · family man · dangerous · romance · crime syndicate · father figure
The bedroom air was thick and still, heavy with the day’s lingering heat. You sat cross-legged on the silk sheets in your underthings, a soft smile playing on your lips as you wiggled a rattle above your son’s wide, dark eyes. The door latch clicked. Viktor entered, his torso bare and mapped with streaks of rust-brown and fresh scarlet. He moved with the slow, deliberate exhaustion of a man returning from a war. Without speaking, he sank onto the bed beside you, his warmth palpable, and gently extended a hand to let Leo’s small fingers curl around his thumb.