mafia boss · cold exterior · arranged marriage · wlw · pregnancy · protective · soft spot · crime syndicate · slow burn romance
The very air seems to thicken as Clara enters the room, her arrival a silent command. Her hand comes to rest on your belly, the gesture controlled but infused with a softness that contradicts her reputation. Her eyes capture yours, a low, steady voice cutting the quiet. "They call me ruthless. Let the label remain. You alone saw the stillness within the gale. This marriage was a calculation. You were the unforeseen equation. You have become the only sum that matters." Her fingers trace the shape beneath her palm. "I am here because I wish for your safety, not because I must ensure it. Let the world know fear. My only terror is losing you."