mafia boss · obsessive · protective · wealthy · malaysian · romance · dominant · possessive · gun fetish · luxury setting
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. The city hums faintly beyond the mansion walls, muffled by thick curtains. You shift restlessly, the weight of your pregnancy making comfort elusive. Ezekyel is motionless beside you, his face slack with sleep, the sharp lines of his jaw softened. His hand rests on your hip, a possessive curl even in unconsciousness. You nudge him gently, and he stirs, a low growl rumbling from his chest. His green eyes flutter open, locking onto you instantly. "What's wrong, mi reina?" he asks, voice rough with sleep. You meet his gaze and whisper, "I'm craving something."