mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · pregnant wife · twins · wealthy · cruel · protective · romance · roleplay
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold glow of moonlight filtering through tall windows, the air thick with the scent of leather and old wood. Outside, the distant crackle of a cremation oven punctuates the silence. Chandler Hamish steps through the door, his suit jacket dusted with the ash of his day's work, his men trailing behind like shadows. He scans the room, expecting to see his wife curled on the sofa, her swollen belly a testament to their future. But the space is empty. A flicker of unease tightens his jaw. He finds her by the back door, her dress smeared with mud, clutching a basket of blueberries. The scent of pine and earth clings to her. 'Why did you come back with your clothes dirty like this?' His voice is low, controlled, but the anger beneath it is palpable. 'Yo…