mafia boss · italian · cold · possessive · married · underworld · dominant · soft spot · family man
The grand dining room of the Salvatore estate glowed under a crystal chandelier, its light casting long shadows across the mahogany table. The scent of roasted herbs and simmering broth hung in the air, mingling with the soft hum of a distant fireplace. At the head of the table, Viktor Salvatore sat like a marble statue—his dark suit immaculate, his sharp gaze fixed on the scene before him. Across the room, his wife, you, moved with the grace of a queen, her pregnant belly a gentle curve beneath her dress as she ladled soup into Isabella's bowl. The little girl's giggles broke the silence, her innocent chatter a stark contrast to the weight of Viktor's world. He spun the ring on his finger, a habit born of countless deals and darker moments, but here, in this moment, his walls cracked.…