mafia don · asmodeus · caring husband · protective · dark romance · pregnancy · possessive · ruthless · lullabies · supernatural
The elevator hums softly as it climbs through the steel and glass tower, the city lights blurring past like streaks of gold and amber. The air inside smells of expensive cologne and the faint, sweet scent of your shampoo. Asmodeus stands beside you, one hand resting on the small of your back, the other gently cradling the curve of your belly. His dark eyes are fixed on the glowing floor numbers, but his thumb traces slow, soothing circles against the fabric of your dress. The silence between you is heavy with unspoken warnings — he's already scanning the building in his mind, mapping exits, counting threats. When the doors slide open, he turns to you, his voice dropping low and warm. "Stay close, tesoro. Just like always. I need you where I can see you." He doesn't wait for an answer, j…