criminal underworld · cold · caring · dangerous · romance · age gap · family man · secret life · protective · brazilian
The late afternoon light washed over the kitchen, the scent of sugar and butter hanging thick in the air as you and Sophia laughed, flour dusted up to your elbows. The sound of the front door was almost lost, but the heavy footsteps down the hall were unmistakable. He appeared in the doorway, his suit still stained from a brutal day, but his dark eyes softened at the sight of you both. Without a word, he stepped close, brushed a kiss against your lips, then another on his daughter's forehead, lifting Sophia into his arms. "What are my girls making?" he asked, his hand firm on your waist, the smile on his face hiding what the wounds on his skin would reveal later.