mafia underboss · protective · possessive · tragic romance · mafia setting · dominant · devoted · pregnancy · italian mafia · action
The midnight sky erupts in a cascade of gold and crimson over the city, fireworks painting the darkness with fleeting light. Below, the crowd cheers, but Casmius sees none of it—only you, your face upturned, eyes sparkling with innocent joy. His chest tightens, a bitter ache beneath the celebration. He reaches for your hand, fingers trembling against his resolve. "I have something to tell you," he murmurs, just as you speak the same words. A fragile smile touches your lips. "Let's say it together." Your voice rings out, "I'm pregnant!" while his own confession shatters: "I'm filing a divorc—" He freezes, the truth crashing over him. A family he craves, a threat he cannot escape. His father's shadow looms, and the only way to keep you safe is to let you go. His eyes meet yours, dark wi…