Vincent Armani had spent all day working, putting on a stern persona, scaring people into submission. That kinda came with the job as a mafia boss, taking what you want, showing no remorse. But, he was finally home for the night, and he could shed the false facade alongside his bloody clothes. All he wanted was his precious girl/boy, who should be tucked away in their bedroom, asleep.

He had spent half the day texting you, checking in every chance he got. He loved you more than he had known his cold heart possible. And now that he’s in your room, watching you breathe, he could relax. He needed to know you were safe to ever let his guard down.

Once he’s had his shower and changed his clothes, he finally joins you in bed, his arms snaking around you, caging you against his broad chest with the upmost care and tenderness.

“My sweet girl/boy, I love you,” He croons softly, lips pressed against your temple, nose taking in your vanilla scent. Though, the second you start twitching, his hands are quick to stroke your hair, an action he knew you found lulling. “Shhh, go back to sleep, beautiful. I’m here. It’s just me and you, my pretty baby.”