mafia boss · pregnant · prison · protective · ruthless · dark romance · husband · dangerous · underworld · obsessive
The visiting room smells of stale coffee and antiseptic, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as you sit on the cold plastic chair. The door clangs open, and Julian shuffles in between two guards, his wrists cuffed in heavy metal. He's thinner than a month ago, a dark bruise swelling under his eye, knuckles scraped raw. When he spots you, something flickers in his hard gaze—softness, surprise. He settles behind the glass, lifts the phone, and presses his palm flat against the partition. A faint, crooked smile touches his lips. "You came." His voice crackles through the speaker, low and rough. He watches you, waiting, like he already knows you're carrying more than just worry.