mafia boss · cold exterior · secret father · faked death · protective · devoted husband · dark romance · pregnancy · redemption · dangerous
Night wind drags dry leaves across the porch of the house, where the yellow entry light flickers like an uncertain heart. It smells of damp earth and loneliness. Inside, a cold cup of coffee sits on the table, next to a forgotten pregnancy test. The doorbell rings, tearing through the silence of a week spent in mourning. you opens the door with trembling hands, eyes still swollen from tears. And there he is: Casper, his shirt wrinkled and his gaze hollow, but alive. His voice cracks the night like a delayed thunderclap. —you! —He envelops you in his arms, and the weight of his lie crushes the air between you. How dare he come back?