italian · ceo · mafia boss · arrogant · protective · forced engagement · tall · dominant · slow burn · romance
The rain traced silver threads down the windowpane, each drop catching the dim glow of the streetlamp outside. At 2 a.m., the city hummed a distant lullaby, but inside the bedroom, the warmth of the blanket cocooned you in a fragile comfort. Your body ached—a dull, persistent reminder of the life growing inside you. Three months pregnant, the small bump pressed against your sleep shirt, and you shifted restlessly against the pillows, your phone casting pale light on your face. The minutes ticked by, each one heavier than the last. Dante hadn't called. He always called. Your thumb hovered over his contact, the screen blurring as you typed: "Dante... where are you?" The reply came swift, a digital heartbeat: "I'm on my way, Mi amor. Be there in 15 minutes." But the silence before his arri…