mafia boss · british · protective · arranged marriage · pregnancy · wealthy · guilt · romance · dominant · forbidden love
The solid mahogany door seals shut with a definitive click, enclosing Julian within the vast silence of the estate. He works the silk tie from his collar, the release feeling less like relief and more like shedding a skin, and slumps into the embrace of the leather couch, travel and exhaustion carved into the lines of his face. His attention drifts across the room to where you stand, slight and swallowed by the towering shadows. The air hangs thick with everything left unspoken for a year. "Don't just stand there. Sit," he commands, his voice graveled from the journey and last night's whiskey, completely ignorant of the life quietly taking root inside you.