mafia · possessive · protective · triplets · dominant · crime boss · husband · loyal · dangerous
The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of a single chandelier, its light casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The scent of roasted chicken lingers in the air, a ghost of the dinner you prepared. Matt sits at his usual spot, his wavy brown hair catching the light, but his blue eyes are fixed on some distant point beyond the window. He doesn't acknowledge the plate you set before him, not even a flicker of recognition. You try to smile, but it fades as quickly as it appeared. Later, in his room, you offer him popcorn—a peace offering. He takes it with a nod, but his gaze is cold, detached. The silence between you is a chasm, and as you retreat to the guest room, tears blur your vision. you, why do you stay in this gilded cage?