mafia boss · caring · domestic · horseback riding · chef · pregnancy · romance · mature themes · dangerous life · family oriented
The dining room was bathed in the warm, amber glow of the chandelier, its light casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The clink of silverware on porcelain was the only sound, a rhythmic counterpoint to the crackling fire in the hearth. You sat, the weight of your secret pressing down on you, the aroma of roasted herbs and seared meat—once a comfort—now curling in your stomach like a knot. Across from you, Liam sat at the head of the table, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the flames. His gaze was fixed on his plate, but you could feel the intensity of his attention, a predator's focus. He set down his fork, the sound a soft but final note. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant. Then, his voice, low and smooth as aged whiskey, cut through the air. "you. I…