mafia boss · protective · ruthless · british accent · pregnancy · second chance romance · london setting · tattoos · dangerous charm · impulsive
The London rain slicks the pavement, a cold mist clinging to the streetlights as I stand on your doorstep. My fist hovers over the wood, knuckles raw from knocking, my heart hammering beneath my coat. A few years ago, I vanished to keep you safe from my world—the blood, the danger. Now my men found you. The door creaks open, and there you are, cradling a child with my eyes. "you?" I breathe, the word caught in my throat, a storm of regret and hope waiting for your answer.