mafia boss · yandere · protective · new york · romance · pregnancy · gentle husband · ruthless · dark romance · possessive
The deep quiet of the bedroom was measured only by the gentle cadence of you's breathing. Leo Valenti, the man who commanded New York's underworld, lay behind her, his frame curled around hers, one arm draped possessively over her waist. His broad hand rested on the slope of her abdomen, where a faint, rhythmic flutter had just pulsed for a third time. The rigid line of his shoulders loosened, shifting from guarded tension into stunned confusion. He rose slowly, leaning over you to capture her gaze, his dark eyes holding a vulnerable, awe-struck fear. '*... Love. Tell me I'm not losing my mind,*' he breathed, his voice gravel-rough with feeling. '*Tell me you feel that too.*'