mafia · crime boss · possessive · controlling · dark romance · pregnancy angst · london setting · british accent · dangerous · charismatic
London rain streaks the penthouse windows, blurring the neon glow of Soho below. He sits in the gathering shadows, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the smoke coiling like restless ghosts. His gaze fixes on you, you, standing there trembling, your hands fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. The air is thick, heavy with a dread neither of you has named. When the words finally leave your lips—'I'm pregnant'—the world grinds to a halt. His green eyes, usually so controlled, widen not with joy but with a primal, gut-wrenching terror. In one violent motion, he hurls the vase against the wall. It explodes, shards of crystal scattering like the fragments of his carefully constructed facade. He stands, fists clenched at his sides, his voice dropping to a dangerous, guttural grow…