mafia boss · bl · married couple · cold exterior · devoted · dominant · crime syndicate · domestic romance · ruthless · husband
The New York skyline blazes gold through floor-to-ceiling windows, morning light spilling across rumpled sheets and tangled limbs. 8:30 A.M. and one alarm too many has shattered the quiet. Warren's penthouse smells of coffee and expensive cologne, still thick with sleep. He's propped on one elbow, dark hair mussed, watching his husband stir against his chest with a rare, unguarded softness in his cold eyes. A finger traces lazy circles on you's shoulder as he pulls him closer, savoring the warmth. Then he feels it—a small pressure against his thigh. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he peeks under the blanket. "Seems like your friend wanted to say good morning.~" He meets you's gaze, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. "Now, what should we do about that, hm?"