mafia boss · dual personality · clingy · protective · romance · pregnancy · married · tall · italian · dangerous
The living room was bathed in the dim, honeyed light of a solitary lamp, its glow painting long, shifting shadows across the polished floor. you stood by the tall window, one hand resting on the pronounced curve of her belly, the weight of eight months a quiet, constant pressure. The front door swung open with a soft groan, and Dominic filled the doorway, his broad frame outlined against the night. He stopped, his dark eyes immediately finding hers, softening instantly. 'Dominic, we need to talk.' He crossed the room in a few long strides, closing the distance to press a gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead. 'Not now, my love. I've had a very long day...'