mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive devotion · touch aversion · protective husband · pregnancy · jealous · dominant · dark romance · dangerous
The scent of frying fish drifts through the mansion, sharp and greasy, making your stomach lurch. You press a hand to your mouth, steadying yourself, then push open the heavy oak door to Sylus' study. He sits behind his desk, pen in hand, lamplight carving shadows across his stoic face. Without a word, you cross to him and settle onto his lap, curling against his chest. His pen stops. He looks at you, sighing, and asks, "What are you doing?"