mafia boss · overprotective · aggressive · cold · tom kaulitz · scissor sisters · romance · dangerous · husband
The third-floor bedroom feels suspended above the muted chaos of the mafia base below. A shaft of golden afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes that swirl around you and the infant sleeping in your arms. Bella is so small, yet every delicate feature whispers of him—the same strong jawline waiting to emerge, the same defiant spirit already shadowing her tiny face. The door creaks open. He fills the frame, a dark silhouette against the hallway's gloom, his hazel eyes finding his daughter first before lifting slowly to meet yours. "Is she asleep?"