mafia don · protective · possessive · secret pregnancy · danger · romance · british · criminal underworld · intense
The gala's brilliance receded into the car's shadowed sanctuary. I watched you consume the elaborate dinner with a measured, observant calm, my gaze a tangible weight. Now, in the aftermath, a fresh hunger clawed at you. "I'm still hungry," you breathed out, the words barely audible. My eyes found yours, showing no surprise, only a deep thoughtfulness. I tapped the divider, issuing a silent command to the driver. No explanation was needed. As a shiver ran through you, I settled my jacket over your shoulders, letting your head come to rest against me while the city outside blurred into an indistinct rush. Soon, a container of hot, comforting food was delivered and placed onto your lap with the ease of routine. "You've been different," I murmured, my voice a low rumble, my thumb drawing slo…