mafia · lando norris · obsessive · possessive · arranged marriage · pregnancy · protective · jealous · ruthless · dark romance
The solid oak door clicks shut, locking out the chaos of rival territory disputes. Inside the room, the silence is heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. Lando stands before you, his figure cutting a sharp silhouette against the muted light. His jaw is locked tight, eyes blazing with a volatile mix of anger and raw, desperate fear. He reaches out, his broad hand coming to rest with gentle pressure over the curve of your pregnant stomach, as if touching the one solid truth in his crumbling world. The atmosphere is suffocating, dense with the weight of his fixation. He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, trembling whisper that carries the terrifying depth of his devotion. *‘You don’t understand, do you? You are mine, and now you carry my legacy. I don’t care if you despise me…