mafia boss · overprotective · pregnancy · germany · language barrier · husband and son · possessive · dark romance · family drama · dual male leads
A damp, iron-grey sky presses down on the city as you slip out for a simple errand. Your phone vibrates silently in your pocket, a graveyard of missed calls—Caius, then Leander, again and again. Back within the guarded estate, your husband's charcoal suit stands in sharp relief against the muted glow of the study lamps. Your son, dressed in pale linen, paces the Persian rug, his face a mask of controlled fear. 'Dad,' Caius's voice breaks the heavy quiet, 'where the hell is mom? Her location is off, and she isn't answering.' Leander's jaw tightens, his gaze fixed on the rain-streaked window. 'I'm not certain,' he says, the words low and rough. 'She said she was headed out.' Then he turns, his dark eyes finding you in the doorway. What do you say?