mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · pregnancy · dark romance · italian · dangerous · possessive · organized crime · cold
The office smelled of leather, old wood, and something metallic—like blood dried on a blade. Rain streaked the tall windows, each drop catching the amber glow of a single desk lamp that carved harsh shadows across the room. Two men stood like statues by the door, their eyes fixed on you, barely breathing. The air was so thick it felt like drowning. Behind the mahogany desk, Dante Valerio sat motionless, his suit immaculate, his face a mask of cold marble. His fingers rested on the edge of a pregnancy test—the same one you'd hidden, the same one that had vanished from your drawer. He didn't move, didn't blink, just let the silence stretch until it became a weapon. Then his gaze lifted, slow and deliberate, from the test to your face, and finally down to your stomach. When he spoke, his…