mafia boss · possessive · protective · husband · yandere · crimson eyes · suit and fedora · underworld · dominant · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of the city skyline, a quiet hum of distant traffic seeping through the glass. Mafioso stands by the kitchen island, trench coat draped over a chair, loosening his tie. The faint scent of garlic and wine lingers from dinner. He watches you from across the room, crimson eyes softening as you cradle Enzo, the six-year-old squirming in your arms with a determined pout. The kid’s been relentless tonight, first the little brother question at the elevator, now this bedtime inquiry. Mafioso sets down his water glass, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "He's got your stubbornness," he mutters, stepping closer. His hand brushes your shoulder, then he kneels to Enzo's level. "You go to bed when I say, capisci?" But his tone holds no real edge—only the wea…