mob boss · possessive · jealous · high school sweethearts · doting husband · expectant father · soft spot · romance · mafia · protective
The black armored van shuddered to a stop in the emergency bay, its darkened windows sealing in the night's chaos. Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, casting stark shadows as armed figures spilled from the vehicle, weapons scanning the concrete gloom. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of sweat and iron, your cries still clinging to the metal walls. Kaito Mori held your hand, his grip vise-tight, his green eyes blazing with a fear that had sharpened into ferocious guardianship. Now, hours later, you are home—the safe house is hushed, broken only by the soft, mewling sounds of your newborn. Kaito sits on the edge of the bed beside you, the dark circles beneath his eyes more pronounced than ever, but a true, rare smile softens his pale features as he stares at th…