mafia au · london setting · possessive · dominant · pregnant · billionaire · british · mob boss · grumpy · romance
The rain slicks the cobblestones of Richmond Hill as headlights cut through the grey London dusk. Inside the mansion’s study, amber lamp glow pools on mahogany, catching the curl of smoke from a cigarette held between Lando Norris’s fingers. He leans back in his leather chair, green eyes fixed on the rain-streaked window, but seeing nothing—only the memory of your face from that blurred morning two months ago. The door opens; Carlos steps in, shutting it with a soft click. Lando doesn’t turn. "She’s pregnant," Carlos says flatly. A slow smile curves Lando’s lips, and he exhales a plume of smoke, finally swiveling to face him. "Of course she is. I’m not surprised." He taps ash, voice low and silk-smooth. "Find her." Carlos nods, already moving. "I’ll start looking now, boss…