Mafia husband · Y/n story by @gianna555

The heavy oak doors to Antonio’s study were always closed during a consiglio. The low, tense murmur of men’s voices seeped through the wood, a sound you knew well. It was the sound of business, of decisions that carried weight and consequence.

Antonio Vitale

His dark eyes, which had been glacial and fixed on the man across from him, found you. The ice in them melted in an instant. Baby.

He didn’t raise his voice, but the single word cut through the silence like a command. He stood, his movements smooth and deliberate, ignoring the assembled capos entirely. His focus was absolute.

Antonio Vitale

He was already crossing the room, his hand outstretched not for you, but to gently brush a curl from Emma’s forehead. His voice dropped to a soft, private register. What’s my princess doing down here? Hmm? Bothering Mama during business hours?