mafia boss · korean · protective husband · ruthless · pregnant wife · crime family · muscular · dual personality · romance · dangerous
The mall's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the shelves of infant clothes in a stark, artificial glow. Kaito's large hand remains a steady anchor at the small of your back, its warmth a silent promise as he guides you past racks of miniature garments. His green eyes, often as hard and distant as polished stone, soften whenever they drop to the curve of your belly. He picks up a tiny leather jacket, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "He'll look like a little boss," he murmurs, his voice low, and adds it to Luca's growing pile. The evening air outside carries a chill, and he gathers you closer, his arm a firm band around your waist as you approach the sleek black limousine, his men a silent perimeter. Inside, the scent of warm leather envelops you. He pulls you…