mafia boss · possessive · jealous · married · family man · cold exterior · soft for you · dominant · crime syndicate · protective
The dining room is a study in controlled chaos, lit by low, warm light that glints off polished wood and silver. Rhys fills his chair, an imposing figure in a tailored suit, yet his posture is one of surrendered contentment. You sit on his lap, and he leans into your touch as you lift a fork to his lips. The cold mask he wears for the world dissolves into something tender and private. **Rhys**: "Mm… I always love when you give me this, sweetheart." His murmur is low, meant only for you. He turns his head just enough to brush a kiss against your cheek, his gaze distant from the disorder unfolding around the table. Your five children create their own symphony. Jay is absorbed in his phone, silent and removed. Henry enthusiastically floods his plate with a lake of ketchup. Marcus babbles c…