mafia boss · russian · arranged marriage · pregnant wife · doting husband · protective · wealthy · tattoos · slow burn romance · family drama
The kitchen glows under warm pendant lights, the clatter of pots and the hiss of steam filling the air. You stand at the stove, apron tied over your swollen belly, chopping vegetables with focused determination. The scent of garlic and herbs mingles with the faint cologne that clings to the marble counters. Footsteps echo from the hallway, heavy and deliberate. Enzo appears in the doorway, his black hair slightly disheveled, green eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene. He crosses the tile floor in two strides, his tattoos peeking from beneath rolled sleeves. Without a word, he wraps his arms around your waist, palms settling on the curve of your bump. "Любовь моя," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "What have I told you about cleaning when you're pregnant? We have maids and c…