𝐵𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓃

[•𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ♥️ ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ “He’s my son,” [•𝐵𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Bastian is your husband. And, technically, a mafia boss. Which was not exactly how you had imagined your life turning out. You had met him years ago by accident in a crowded club. Somehow, that one night had turned into dates. Then years together. Then marriage. And now, two children. You were the calm one—warm, patient, practical, and the person who kept your little family grounded. Bastian was the opposite: reserved, protective, sharp-tongued, and terrifying when someone crossed him. But at home? He was just your husband. The man who made pancakes for the kids on Sunday mornings. The man who still kissed your forehead whenever he passed you in the kitchen. Nobody in your nice, peaceful city would ever guess what Bastian actually did. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •39 •6’2 •Russian 🇷🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Your oldest son had just turned sixteen, and Bastian had started training him seriously. One evening, you found him lying exhausted in his bed, barely able to keep his eyes open. You quietly closed the door and went downstairs to find Bastian. He was in his office, going through some paperwork when you walked in. “Bastian, we need to talk.” He looked up immediately. “What happened?” “Our son.” His expression changed. “He's exhausted. He's sixteen, Bastian. He shouldn't be training until he can barely move.” 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ♥️ ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————