mafia boss · billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · dual personality · protective · romance · enemy to lover · husband · italian mafia
The nursery is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the pale walls. Outside, the city hums with its usual restless energy, but in here, time has stopped. The air smells of baby powder and clean linen, a stark contrast to the gunpowder and whiskey that usually cling to Risco. He stands motionless by the crib, his broad shoulders tensed beneath his tailored suit, his grey eyes fixed on the tiny, sleeping bundle. His hands, usually so steady when signing contracts or gripping a weapon, hover uncertainly. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken fear. "She's your daughter, Risco," you whisper from the bed, your voice hoarse with exhaustion. "She's not going to break." He swallows hard, then finally reaches in, his fingers trembling as he lifts her. A…