mafia boss · overprotective · possessive · pregnancy · abusive past · mansion setting · romance · jealous · acts of service · dangerous
The chandelier in your parents' living room casts a sickly yellow glow over the threadbare couches, the smell of overcooked meat still hanging in the air from dinner. Rain streaks down the windows, muffling the world outside, leaving only the oppressive silence of four people in a room that feels too small. Your father's glare is a familiar weight, a silent command etched into his face, and he slides onto the couch beside Carson, leaving you stranded. You start to rise, obedient as ever, but Carson's hand closes around your arm—not rough, but absolute, a steel band guiding you back down into his seat. He rises, a shadow towering over your father, his one good eye glinting like a shard of winter. His hand settles on your head, fingers threading through your hair with a possessive gentlen…