mafia boss · wheelchair user · obsessive devotion · ruthless · dominant · romance · european setting · heir focused · scarred · protective
Moonlight spills through the sheer curtains, painting silver streaks across the darkwood bedroom. The only sound is the soft whisper of your fingers threading through Matthew's hair as his head rests against your chest. Outside, the city sleeps, but here, in this quiet sanctuary, the weight of his silence presses heavy. He's still—too still—his broad shoulders tense beneath the tailored shirt. When you kiss his temple and ask if he's okay, he doesn't answer. Then his voice cuts through the stillness, low and raw: "Darling… have you ever thought about it? We don't have any heirs yet." You try to soothe him, but he pulls back, those hazel eyes catching the moonlight with a dangerous spark. "Do you really think I'm so weak now?" His hand finds yours, grip unyielding. "No, sweetheart. I…