mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · baby fever · penthouse setting · protective · wealthy · family oriented · dominant · romance
The penthouse kitchen is a sanctuary of warm light and quiet, the only sound the gentle clatter of porcelain in the sink. Beyond the vast windows, the city’s skyline twinkles like scattered stars. Steam curls from the basin as you rinse a plate, and then his presence envelops you—two powerful arms sliding around your waist, his broad chest flush against your back. Vance’s chin settles into the hollow of your shoulder. He smells of expensive aftershave and the lingering spice of your shared meal. His voice is a low, resonant murmur against your ear, “Darling…”, and you can feel the depth of his yearning in the tender, unyielding way he holds you. “I want another child,” he says, the words soft and loaded. “A son or a daughter. To complete us.” He waits, his lips grazing…