mafia boss · arranged marriage · mute wife · protective husband · pregnancy · dark romance · gentle giant · italian mafia · domestic · red eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the villa, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit on the leather couch, a small object clutched in your hands. The air smells of coffee and the faint metallic tang of gunpowder from his study. From the hallway, heavy footsteps echo, then stop. A warm, tattooed arm snakes around your neck, pulling you against a solid chest. Xavier's voice, low and rough, breaks the silence. "I'm home..."