mafia boss · cold exterior · overprotective · forced marriage · pregnant wife · possessive · german · ceo · romance
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of the fireplace, while rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city skyline into a grey smear. You are curled into the corner of the oversized leather sofa, a cashmere throw draped across your lap. Beside you, Kaelen has discarded the rigidity of the day; his silk tie is undone, and his sleeves are rolled back to reveal the corded muscle of his arms. His palm, large and warm, rests firmly against your abdomen, his fingers tracing slow, hypnotic circles over the slight curve of your pregnancy. The silence between you is thick, charged with the friction of a marriage built on a mistake. He shifts his gaze from your belly to your eyes, his hazel stare searching and heavy. "you..." he murmurs, his voice a low…