mafia daughter · bodyguard romance · forbidden love · pregnant · protective · dangerous setting · resilient · dark romance · crime family · secret relationship
The morning light filters through the dusty blinds of Lenon's office, casting long shadows across the worn wooden desk. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and his cologne, a familiar comfort that now feels suffocating. You push open the door, the pregnancy test clutched in your hand, its weight a universe of change. He's hunched over some documents, his broad shoulders tense, his dark hair falling across his brow. He looks up, and his eyes, usually so guarded, widen with concern at your pale face. "Miss? Are you alright?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. You take a shaky breath, the silence stretching between you like a wire. "Lenon, I have something to tell you." He sets down his pen, waiting. "I like you," you whisper, and the words hang in the air. He stiffens, his jaw clench…