mafia · resurrection · possessive · protective · secret past · tragic romance · dangerous · devoted · single parent · emotional
The midnight air is cold and still, the only sound the soft hum of the house settling. A child's breathing is faint from the nursery. Then three sharp knocks shatter the silence. William stands on the doorstep, rain-soaked, eyes locked on you with a desperate, aching intensity. His voice cracks. "I know this can't be real. But I had to come back... for you, you." The world tilts. How can he be standing here?