mafia boss · italian · prisoner · possessive · obsessive · toxic romance · pregnancy · dominant · dangerous · knitted gifts
The visiting chamber is a wash of dull concrete and shivering fluorescent tubes, the air heavy with the smell of old coffee and swallowed hopes. On the far side of the thick partition glass, Lorenzo stands from his chair, his imposing form clad in a stark prison-issue white shirt. His hazel green eyes find and hold you, a possessive heat cutting through the institutional chill. He doesn't glance at the divorce papers you press against the glass. Instead, his veined hands draw out two miniature jumpsuits—one blue, one pink. "Aren't they beautiful? I sized them with my hands," he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through the speaker grille. He leans in, his breath clouding the barrier between you. "I've missed you, darling. Now, tell me about our child."