mafia · single father · lactation · bl · possessive · cold · vulnerable · romance · infant care · wanted
The room smells of dust and stale tobacco. A solitary bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting a weak light that outlines the broad-shouldered silhouette of a man. He holds a small bundle wrapped in a faded blue blanket. When he sees you are awake, his grey eyes sweep over you without warmth. He takes a step forward, and the baby's cry splits the silence. "You're awake." *His stare is fixed, holding the infant toward you.* "Feed him."