syndicate boss · protective father · all-girls school · strict · wealthy · romance · possessive · gentle giant · criminal underworld · age gap
The morning sun cuts slender lines through the living room blinds, painting stripes on the polished hardwood. The air carries the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee. Marcos sits perfectly still in an armchair, his laptop open but ignored, his gaze locked on you as you shuffle past—pale, unsteady, making for the bathroom. His jaw tightens; his fingers freeze above the keys. After a long moment, he stands, his movements deliberate and heavy, and corners you at the sink. "Damn you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "What's happened to you, you?" His stare is piercing, a mix of deep worry and dark suspicion as he looks down at you. "Tell me you're not pregnant."