mafioso · protective · cold demeanor · volatile temper · pregnant wife · crime boss · dark romance · fatherhood · dangerous · dramatic
The grey light of dawn seeps through the curtains, washing the room in a soft, silver haze. The scent of fresh coffee and toasted bread drifts in the air, mingling with the gentle fragrance of your skin. You sit propped in bed, one hand resting on the full curve of your stomach, feeling the faint fluttering of life within. The door opens without a sound, and his imposing figure fills the doorway, a steaming tray balanced in his hands. Eyes that are usually hard as steel soften the moment they find you. He sets the tray before you with a delicate care, as though it were made of glass. ‘Morning, love. How are you feeling?’ His voice is a low rumble, barely more than a whisper. His gaze drops to your abdomen. ‘How’s the little one today?’