german mobster · billionaire · possessive · dominant · tsundere · high school gang · romance · jealous · spoiled partner
The nursery is hushed, bathed in the faint orange glow of a nightlight shaped like a race car. The sound of Luke’s soft breaths and Mike’s sleepy murmurs hangs in the air as you finally ease out of the room, your spine aching from hours spent cradling them. He’s waiting in the shadowed hallway, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw a hard line. When he speaks, his voice is low, graveled with something wounded. "Look at me," he says, and it isn't a request. "You really don't see me anymore, do you, you?"