mafia boss · italian · cold · heartless · pregnant · muscular · crime · dominant · secret · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slices through the dust kicked up by the shattered door, catching on the polished steel of the gun in Silvio’s hand. The smell of splintered wood and cold air floods the room where you lie, eight months pregnant, on the couch. His blue hunter eyes, cold as the Italian winter, lock onto your swollen belly. He steps forward, each footfall deliberate, the gun never wavering. The TV drones on, a forgotten noise. He stops a few feet away, towering, his jaw tight. “Are. you. pregnant?” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. you, what do you do now?