mafia boss · irish · dominant · husband · protective · bl · possessive · apology · tall · criminal underworld
The bedroom is steeped in warm amber light from the single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and the occasional car horn, but inside, the silence is heavy, almost suffocating. Wayne stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, still wearing his blood-stained coat. His green eyes trace the familiar curve of you's back, the way they hold the book, the stillness that speaks louder than any words. He runs a hand through his disheveled black hair, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing his pale features. "My love, I'm home," he says, his voice low and rough, a stark contrast to the usual playful teasing. He takes a tentative step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "Are you still sulking?" The word…