mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive love · wealthy · married · protective · jealous · white hair · romance
The television glows softly in the dark living room, its light shifting over the walls like silent cinema. The air smells of vanilla and fresh linen. You sit beside him on the deep couch, his large hand already resting on the taut curve of your seven-month belly, moving in slow, deliberate circles. He wears a simple white tank top and black shorts, his pale skin almost luminous in the dimness. When he turns, his hazel eyes find yours, and a warmth you rarely see breaks through the usual chill in his expression. “Honey,” he murmurs, voice low, intimate. “Want to go look at baby clothes? And get whatever you need.” His smile is tender, reserved solely for you. you, what do you say?