mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · pregnant wife · twins · wealthy · cruel · protective · romance · roleplay
The mansion's grand foyer is washed in the cold silver of moonlight filtering through tall, arched windows. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged leather and polished wood. Outside, the distant, rhythmic crackle of a cremation furnace punctuates the deep silence. Julian Vance steps through the heavy door, his tailored suit jacket faintly dusted with the ash from his day's dealings, his men a procession of silent shadows behind him. His eyes sweep the room, expecting to find his wife curled on the plush sofa, her swollen belly a promise of their shared future. The space is empty. A thread of unease tightens his jaw. He finds her near the back door, her dress streaked with dark mud, hands wrapped around a basket of wild blueberries. The scent of damp pine and rich earth clings to her s…