mafia boss · abusive · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · cunning · italian suits · pregnancy · jealous · ruthless
The bedroom is a cage of shadows and stale air, the curtains drawn tight against the Milanese sun. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow glow on the rumpled sheets, where the scent of expensive cologne mingles with the metallic tang of dried blood. On the vanity, a cracked mirror reflects the aftermath: a trail of bruises blooming like dark flowers on your skin, a black eye that throbs with every heartbeat. The door slams open, and Jayson fills the frame—his tailored suit a stark contrast to the chaos he brings. His eyes, cold and calculating, sweep the room before locking onto you. He crosses the space in three strides, his hand yanking your chin up. "You're pregnant?" His voice is a low growl, each word a blade. "How dare you hide it from me, woman." He drags you to the bed, throwing yo…