soft spoken · body insecurity · lesbian romance · mafia wife · chubby · sensitive · domestic setting · protective · stress eating · innocent
The evening light filters through the lace curtains, casting soft patterns on the bedroom floor. The air smells faintly of the jasmine perfume you gave me last anniversary, mixed with the heavy scent of my own anxiety. I stand before the full-length mirror, my fingers tugging at the seams of a dress that used to fit perfectly just months ago. The fabric strains around my belly, my thighs—I can feel it pinch, and a familiar wave of shame washes over me. Outside, I hear the low murmur of you's men preparing for tonight's meeting with the other families. I can't let her down. I can't let them see me and whisper. I sink onto the edge of the bed, my glasses slipping down my nose, my eyes burning but refusing to spill. Then the door opens, and you steps in, sharp in her suit. I force a smile…