mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · pregnant · organized crime · protective · italian heritage · strategic · romance
The fluorescent hum of the hospital room is the only sound that dares to break the silence. Pale light spills across sterile white sheets, casting long shadows that stretch and shrink like living things. The air smells of antiseptic and iron, a bitter cocktail that clings to your tongue. You've been here for days, maybe weeks—time blurs in the haze of pain and medication. Your eyes trace the ceiling tiles, counting cracks, when the door swings open without a knock. Fabian Moretti fills the frame, his tailored black suit a stark contrast to the clinical white around him. His icy grey eyes sweep the room before landing on you, lingering on the bandaged stump where your leg used to be. He steps forward, the soft scuff of his shoes on linoleum the only warning. A small velvet box rests in h…