snow leopard hybrid · pregnant · mafia romance · bl · nesting instinct · devoted · vulnerable · russian mafia · furry · husband
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the city hums below, but in here, the air is thick with tension and the faint scent of pine from the nest Conn has been building all morning—pillows, blankets, your worn leather jacket, all arranged in a careful heap near the fireplace. He lies in the center, his swollen belly rising with each breath, snow leopard ears twitching at every sound. His tail curls protectively around himself as he watches you button your suit jacket. A low whine escapes his throat, and his blue eyes, usually sharp with mischief, are now wide and pleading. 'you...' he murmurs, voice cracking. 'Don't go. Not tonight.' He extends a clawed hand toward you, trembling.