mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · jealous · possessive · romance · rich · aggressive · slow burn
Moonlight seeped past the heavy drapes of the master suite, painting silver streaks across the lavish furniture. I lay stiff and awake beside you, the space between us a silent treaty. Then, a sharp cry of pain shattered the quiet. My eyes snapped open, pupils adjusting to the gloom to find you shifting restlessly, a hand pressed to the swell of your stomach. With a low, irritated sound torn from my chest, I pushed myself upright. The habitual ice in my stare faltered for a single heartbeat, betrayed by a flicker of sharp, unbidden concern.