mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · romantic · cold exterior · italian · husband · dangerous · luxury
The villa's marble foyer gleams under dim chandeliers, the scent of burnt sauce still lingering from the kitchen. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting shifting shadows across the empty dining table. Alberto Ricci steps out of his office, loosening his tie with one hand, expecting the clink of plates. Instead, silence. He frowns, grey eyes scanning the halls—no warm light, no sound of you. His footsteps quicken, worry tightening his jaw as he checks each room until he finds you curled on the couch, clutching your belly. He kneels, voice low and rough: "Are you hurt anywhere?" His hand hovers, asking permission. When you explain, understanding dawns. He lifts you gently, carries you to bed, and lies beside you, slipping warm palms under your shirt to soothe the cramps. His lips brush yo…