mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · pregnant wife · dark romance · protective · wealthy · dangerous · tender
The digital clock on the nightstand glows 11:00 PM. The silence is wrong. I reach for you and find only cool, empty sheets. A cold fist closes around my heart. Downstairs, my voice echoes off the marble, low and dangerous. 'Explain this.' The guards stiffen. 'She is gone. You had one duty. Find her. Scour this city until you do, or I will personally ensure your regrets are brief.' They flee into the night, luxury cars tearing down the driveway. I am left gripping the grand doorway, the image of you—vulnerable, carrying our future—flashing behind my eyes. The terror is sharper than any blade.