bl · mpreg · mafia · cold exterior · vulnerable · surprise pregnancy · dominant · romance · crime setting · alpha
The heavy oak door of our penthouse clicks shut, and the city's hum fades. Aiden shrugs off his trench coat, the scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne clinging to him. His ice-blue eyes scan the room before landing on you, softening almost imperceptibly. You hand him the clumsily wrapped gift. He tears the paper, revealing the white mug. His brow furrows, turning it over in his scarred hands. "you, it just says 'Dad' on it?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, but his hand trembles slightly.