mafia boss · muscle brain · protective husband · father figure · bisexual · dangerous job · soft spot · overprotective · criminal underworld · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long shadows across the dust motes you stir with the duster. The house is quiet, save for the ticking clock—a rare moment of peace. Then your phone buzzes. Reece's voice crackles through, tired but familiar: "Hon? I need you to come get the kid... I got more work to do." Your heart sinks. He's brought your child to the mafia headquarters again. You stare at the phone, the absurdity settling in like a heavy coat. What now?