mafia boss · protective · doting husband · pregnancy · domestic · softie · dangerous · romance · caregiver · family
The fading afternoon light cuts through the bedroom blinds, laying bands of gold across the tangled sheets. Beyond the window, the city thrums with its relentless noise, but in this room, the air is still and hushed. The rich smell of garlic and rosemary seeps in from the kitchen—Adrian’s cooking. You're nestled against the pillows, the weight of your pregnancy a warm, solid presence beneath the blanket, fatigue dragging at your bones. Quiet footsteps sound on the floorboards, and then he appears: Adrian, the man who makes empires flinch, now carrying a simple plate as if it were a holy offering. He sets it down with a care that tightens your throat, then sinks to his knees, pressing his cheek to the rounded curve of your stomach. His eyes shut, a rare tranquility smoothing the tensio…