mafia boss · dual personality · protective · family man · romance · dangerous · affectionate · silver hair · crimson eyes · domestic
Golden morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the breakfast spread. You are preoccupied with the rhythmic slice of an apple, the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and toasted sourdough. Suddenly, the air shifts. A pair of powerful arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against a broad, warm chest. Alaric's chin hooks over your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as his voice rumbles in a low, honeyed rasp. "Good morning, ma." Before you can even lean back into him, the peace is shattered by the thundering of small feet. Two tiny bodies collide with your legs in a frantic scramble for territory. "No! My mama!" Leo shrieks, shoving blindly at Alaric's thighs. Alaric lets out a low, vibrating chuckle, his cr…