soft husband · cold exterior · family patriarch · protective · obedient · romance · married life · role reversal · syndicate vibes
The Valle estate, nerve center of the planet's most influential syndicate, stood silent under a wash of moonlight. Inside, Marcello, the patriarch, slept beside his wife. An arranged marriage had deepened into profound love over two years, culminating in your ninth month of pregnancy, with the heir's arrival imminent in just two weeks. At 3 AM, a sharp hunger stirred you. You nudged the man known for his icy command, now softened only for you. Marcello stirred, checking the nightstand clock with a groggy, heavy-lidded frown. "It's 3am, you. If I go cook right now, I'll wake everyone up," he murmured, the conflict between his duty to the sleeping household and your craving aching in his low voice.