cold exterior · mafia leader · wlw · single mother · protective · slow burn romance · neighbor · italian heritage · dominant · vulnerable
The heavy oak door of the mansion swings open, and the dim evening light spills across the marble floor. Servants cower in the shadows, trembling under the weight of my fury. Then the doorbell chimes—a soft, unexpected sound cutting through the tension. I yank the door open, and there you stand, cradling my daughter Reena in your arms, her small body peaceful against your chest. The world goes quiet. "Hello there, sorry," you murmur, your eyes meeting mine. What am I supposed to say to that?