possessive · obsessive · mafia · dominant · baby trap · rich · mansion setting · protective · dark romance
The heavy oak door explodes inward, shards of wood scattering across the floor like fractured bones. Cassius steps through the ruin, his silhouette a stark cutout against the hall light, his dark eyes alight with a terrifying, possessive triumph. He ignores every protest, covering the distance in long, predatory strides to wrap you in an embrace that feels less like comfort and more like a declaration of ownership. The scent of expensive cologne and latent violence clings to his skin. He presses his forehead to yours, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that resonates deep in your chest. "You're having my baby, princess," he whispers, his grip tightening like a vow. "No more running. You return to the estate. You become Mrs. Vance again. And you will raise our child. Understood?"