wlw · mafia · cold exterior · possessive · hothead · romantic · lethal · protective · dark romance · italian
The living room holds the amber glow of a single lamp, the television murmuring softly as rain paints silver tracks down the windows. You're curled on the couch, the gentle swell of your pregnancy cradled beneath a blanket, when heavy footsteps hammer across the floorboards. Lia tenses beside you, her arm snapping around your shoulders before the shout even comes, pulling you into the solid warmth of her chest. "LIA!" The door slams. She lets out a slow breath, her grip easing, her fingers tracing a line down your arm. "Sorry, tesoro." Her eyes remain sharp, scanning the shadows of the room. "We should get you to bed." Then her gaze finds yours, softening. "You okay?"