mafia boss · arranged marriage · unexpected pregnancy · cold exterior · protective · uk setting · organized crime · fatherhood · dominant · emotional growth
The leaden light of a London dawn struggles past the heavy drapes, painting the bedroom in shades of ash and shadow. Gideon Wolfe stirs in the silk sheets, his arm moving by instinct across the mattress to find a warmth that is absent. The quiet is shattered by a raw, retching sound from the ensuite. He lets out a low sigh, a sound worn smooth by the early hour, and swings his legs over the side of the bed. The thick carpet swallows the sound of his barefoot steps as he crosses the room. He finds you on the cold bathroom floor, and without a word, he kneels beside you. One large hand gathers your hair gently away from your face while the other presses a slow, steady circle against your back. "Breathe," he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration in the hushed space. you, why didn't you call fo…