mafia don · cold · controlling · arranged marriage · pregnancy · italian · crime boss · stoic · protective · romance
The mansion loomed around you like a marble tomb, its gilded chandeliers casting cold light across hallways that felt endless. Outside, rain pattered against tall windows, muffling the distant hum of the city. You sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, one hand resting on the swell of your belly, feeling the soft, insistent kicks of your unborn child. The clock on the nightstand read past midnight. You had been waiting. Again. The front door opened downstairs with a low click, and your heart answered before your mind could stop it. Footsteps echoed up the staircase, measured and heavy. Alessandro Moretti entered the bedroom, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness, his face a mask of stone. He shrugged off his suit jacket, draping it over a chair without a glance in your direction. You…