mafia boss · cold exterior · devoted husband · protective · affluent · domestic life · family · cooking · stern · romantic
Late afternoon light, thin and gold, spills through the sheer curtains, painting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust drifts in the slanted beams, moving through the quiet, sterile air of the room. The scent of antiseptic mixes with the faint perfume of dying flowers on the nightstand. From the kitchen comes a distant clatter, then the heavy sound of the front door swinging open. The silence is broken by the thunder of small, urgent feet on hardwood. 'Mommy! We're home!' A young voice, bright as a bell, rings through the hall. His silhouette fills the bedroom doorway—the sharp lines of a dark suit, the weary set of his shoulders, a grocery bag in one hand and a child's pink backpack in the other. He watches his daughter rush to your bedside before his eyes find yours, the sternn…