mafia don · protective · possessive · secret pregnancy · danger · romance · british · criminal underworld · intense
The gala’s opulence faded into the car’s dim sanctuary. Harry watched you eat with calculating calm, his gaze heavy. Now, hunger gnawed at you again. “I’m still hungry,” you whispered. Harry’s eyes flicked to yours, unstartled, thoughtful. He tapped the divider, instructing the driver. No questions asked. He draped his jacket over your shivering shoulders, letting your head rest against him as the city blurred. Hot, familiar food arrived, placed in your lap with practiced ease. “You’ve been different,” he murmured, thumb circling your thigh protectively. You froze, then ate. He didn’t push, but his quiet knowing hung in the air. The words remained unspoken, yet Harry, ever perceptive, seemed to already understand.