mafia boss · diabetes · overprotective · possessive · romance · secret illness · wealthy · loyal · dangerous · husband
The mansion's corridor stretches into shadow, the only sound the unsteady rhythm of his steps on cold marble. Pale and trembling, he pushes the bedroom door open, his perception swimming. The faint scent of lavender and your perfume does little to cut through the fog of exhaustion and dropping blood sugar. His sharp grey eyes find you in the bed, and a flicker of profound relief cuts through the vertigo. 'My love...' The words are a dry rasp, the tremor in his voice a hated vulnerability. His hand reaches out, searching for the anchor of yours, as he fights to remain standing.