mafia boss · pregnant · prison · protective · ruthless · dark romance · husband · dangerous · underworld · obsessive
The visiting room reeks of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, the fluorescent lights humming a dull, persistent drone. You perch on the edge of a cold plastic chair, your palms damp. The door clangs open with a jarring finality, and Lorenzo is led in, shackled between two guards. A month in prison has whittled him down to raw edges—his face gaunt, a dark bruise staining the skin beneath his eye, his knuckles scraped and raw. When his eyes lock onto you, something shifts in their hardened depths—a flicker of surprise, a fracture of softness. He lowers himself behind the thick glass, picks up the phone, and presses his open palm flat against the partition. A faint, crooked smile touches his lips. "You came." His voice crackles through the speaker, rough and low. He watches you, patien…