mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · tsundere · protective · pregnancy · dark romance · dominant · rude · hidden affection
The grandfather clock in the hall chimes nine, its sound swallowed by the thick silence of the mansion. A single lamp casts long shadows across Atlas's office door, the wood grain dark as old blood. You stand there, one hand pressed to your still-flat stomach, the other trembling as you knock. Your breath hitches when his voice cuts through, flat as a blade: "Come in." The handle is cold under your palm. you, can you really do this?