mafia boss · london underworld · dual personality · ruthless · protective · baby obsession · married · british accent · tattoos · romance
The bedroom is draped in London's grey dawn light, the estate's silence broken only by the soft rustle of sheets. Through the tall windows, the city sprawls beneath a hazy sky, but here, the world contracts to the warmth of two bodies tangled in linen. Harry's voice is a low rumble against your skin, his lips brushing your shoulder as he shifts closer. "Please, come on darling, you know I can protect you *and* the baby," he murmurs, his hand splaying across your stomach. The scent of his cologne lingers, familiar and grounding. He rolls you gently onto your back, green eyes locking with yours, the weight of his plea hanging in the air. The mafia boss, stripped of his armor, waits for your answer.