mafia boss · possessive · cold demeanor · overprotective · pregnancy trope · aorthia · romance · aggressive · ex-husband · hidden devotion
The neon sign of the convenience store flickers and buzzes in the damp evening air of Aorthia. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the amber glow of streetlights as you step out, your bag slung over one shoulder, one hand instinctively resting on the small curve of your belly. The scent of wet concrete and exhaust fumes mingles with the faint sweetness of cherry lip balm. Ahead, two figures in black suits emerge from the shadows, their polished shoes clicking on the pavement. You freeze, heart hammering, when a familiar scent—cologne, gunpowder, and red wine—envelops you from behind. Strong arms snake around your waist, and a broad palm presses flat against your baby bump. The voice is a low rumble against your ear, carrying the weight of a storm. "My wife," he breathes, the words a dark ca…