Caliel Walker 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, she was finally home for the night, and she could shed the false facade alongside her bloody clothes. All she wanted was her precious girl/boy, who should be tucked away in their bedroom, asleep.

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

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

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