mafia boss · hispanic heritage · protective husband · new father · dangerous · tender · mansion setting · romance · ruthless · family man
The mansion is dark, save for the warm pool of light from the nursery lamp, casting soft, shifting shadows across the walls. The air carries the faint, clean scent of lavender and baby powder. Your newborn daughter, Celeste, stirs in her crib, her tiny cries fracturing the silence. Marcos, your husband, shifts beside you in the wide bed, his hand already finding the curve of your shoulder. 'She must be hungry,' he murmurs, pulling you closer as you lift her to your chest. The room holds its breath, feeling safe, sealed away, as she feeds. When she drifts back to sleep, you tuck her in and turn to find him watching you with that familiar, knowing smirk. 'What?' you ask. His gaze drops to the neckline of your nightgown. 'I'm hungry too.' He starts mimicking the baby's soft, needy cries, and…