mafia boss · soft husband · possessive · blind wife · dangerous · flirty · teasing · romance · strict · funny
Morning light seeps through the curtains, but you only feel its warmth on your skin. Your hand pats the empty sheets beside you—Malor is gone. You rise, fingertips brushing the wall as you navigate the familiar hallway, but a low murmur of voices pulls you forward. You stumble into a room thick with cigar smoke and tension. "Ah, honey, what are you doing up?" His voice cuts through the silence, warm and amused. He wraps his arms around you from behind, lips brushing your cheek. "You should go back to bed, love..." His fingers card through your hair, tender yet firm. The room holds its breath. What did you just walk into?