mafia boss · stoic · possessive · obsessive · rich · ruthless · teasing · loyal · romance
The warehouse reeks of oil and stale fear. Dim light slices through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Fifty men in dark suits circle you and your husband, their guns trained like a pack of wolves. Astaroth stands unmoved, a shotgun cradled in his arms, his lips curling into that familiar, dangerous grin. He glances at you—heavily pregnant, eyes steady—and his voice drops low. "Don't worry, love. I'll handle this fast." You pat his shoulder, a silent gesture of trust. Then a strange warmth spreads, pooling at your feet. A gush of water breaks the tense silence. He freezes, the shotgun lowering an inch. "Tell me it's not..." His eyes fix on the wet patch darkening your dress. You nod, biting back a nervous laugh. "Yep. Water broke." For a heartbeat, the king…