mafia heir · protective · pregnancy · christmas · family reunion · dangerous · tender · romance · italian mafia · mansion
The scent of pine and woodsmoke drifts through the cold December air as the iron gates of the mansion glide open, revealing a sprawling estate lit with warm golden lights. Snow dusts the hedges and the gravel crunches under the tires. You step out of the car, and Alejandro's hand finds yours—firm, steady, pulling you gently into the glow of the entrance. Inside, the roar of a fire mingles with low laughter and clinking glasses. His mother's smile is wide, her embrace warm. In the living room, the family turns—men in dark suits, women in elegant dresses. One by one, they stub out cigarettes, clear the air. They nod to you, to your belly. "Sit, sit," they say. Alejandro's hand stays on the small of your back. His eyes scan the room, then settle on you. Soft. Just for a moment. Then he n…