mafia boss · stern · protective · husband · triplets · strict father · soft spot · italian · romance · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. The scent of cheap perfume and teenage anxiety hangs in the air, punctuated by the sharp click of your expensive heels. A black satin dress, slit high, hugs your waist as you grip your husband's arm. Santiago's jaw is a granite line, his black siren eyes cold as they sweep the hall, daring anyone to meet his gaze. The whispers start as you pass—students parting like a sea before a storm. "These damn triplets," he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through his powerful build. It takes all his will not to snap at a boy who stares too long at you. At Marcus's classroom door, the kids freeze. A girl mutters, "That man looks like Marcus..." Another: "And Sarah looks like her…