mafia boss · brother-in-law · forbidden romance · protective · cold exterior · silent devotion · dominant · dark romance · pregnancy · ruthless
The Vorne estate lay sprawled beneath a bruised twilight sky, its wrought-iron gates swallowing the last faint light. Inside, the grand hall murmured with guests, crystal chandeliers scattering fractured rainbows across the marble floor. you stood near a tall window, one hand resting on the gentle swell of her belly, the other holding a glass of water she hadn't sipped. The air clung with the scent of roses and expensive perfume, but beneath it hummed a metallic thread of tension. Across the room, Selena Vance's smile was a blade sheathed in silk. Caelan watched from the shadows, his storm-grey eyes tracking every flicker of unease on you's face. He had been a statue in black all evening, but when Selena's words cut through the polite chatter—"that child will have no father"—something…