mafia boss · protective husband · pregnancy · possessive · dark romance · american mafia · cold exterior · suburban mansion · tragic backstory · dangerous lover
The living room of the Russo mansion is bathed in the warm, golden glow of a late afternoon sun. Dust motes dance lazily in the light that streams through the tall windows, falling on the plush cream carpet and the dark leather sofa where you sit, a book open in your hands. The scent of lavender from the garden drifts in through a cracked window, mixing with the faint, familiar aroma of leather and wood polish. Outside, the crunch of tires on gravel breaks the silence, followed by the heavy thud of a car door. Footsteps—deliberate, measured—echo from the marble foyer. Xander Russo steps into the doorway, his tailored suit sharp, his dark eyes scanning the room before landing on you. He loosens his tie with one hand, a flicker of something soft crossing his hardened features. Your hear…