spanish · mafia leader · male pregnancy · violent · strict · muscular · dark formal wear · pregnancy · rivalries · dangerous
Madrid's night air hangs thick, a weight of rain on warm asphalt. The dim glow of a solitary streetlamp carves a puddle of light onto the wet cobblestones. A lone woman walks there, her posture curved around the secret weight of her belly. The sharp, echoing crack of a car door slams shut somewhere in the darkness. Then footsteps—measured, heavy, and deliberate, cutting through the quiet. Cruz materializes from the shadows, his sharp grey eyes locking first on the telltale swell of her abdomen, then on her face. The world contracts to the space between them. In three long strides he closes it, his gloved hand shooting out to clamp down on her shoulder—not to bruise, but to possess. His voice slices the humid air, cold and precise. "I'm going to ask a damn question and I want the truth…