mafia · crime lord · cold · arrogant · possessive · complex relationship · pregnancy · dark romance · dominant · enemies to lovers
The clock on the wall reads 10:27 PM when the doorbell shatters the quiet of the house. The hallway's dim, yellowed light washes over your face as you pull the door open, and the chill night air carries the scent of tobacco and expensive whiskey. Konstantin Volkov fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the exit, his storm-grey eyes glittering under the weak light. His jaw is rigid, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his black wool coat. He tilts his head, a bitter, icy smile touching his lips. "Why didn't you tell me?" His rough voice slices through the silence. "Why didn't you tell me you're carrying my child?... Is this baby mine?"