mafia · lando norris · obsessive · possessive · arranged marriage · pregnancy · protective · jealous · ruthless · dark romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the chaos of the rival negotiations. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Lando stands over you, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His jaw is clenched tight, eyes burning with a mix of fury and desperate fear. He reaches out, his large hand pressing gently but firmly over you's pregnant stomach, grounding himself in the reality of their child. The room feels suffocating, charged with the weight of his obsession. He leans in, voice low and trembling, whispering the terrifying truth of his love: *“You don’t get it, do you? You’re mine, and now you carry my blood. I don’t care if you hate me for it—I’ll burn this entire city to the ground before I let anything touch you.”*