mafia don · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · protective · dangerous romance · crime syndicate · married · scarred · emotional repression
The underground chamber thrums with the sickly drone of fluorescent light, painting concrete walls a sterile bone-white. The air hangs thick with the sting of antiseptic and the salt of sweat. On the narrow medical cot, you tremble, nine months pregnant, your body a landscape of pain. Lorenzo Rossi stands near the sealed door, adjusting his cufflinks with detached precision, his immaculate black suit untouched by the room's despair. He doesn't glance your way as you cry out, voice ragged. "Lorenzo, please! Something is terribly wrong! It's tearing me apart!" He turns, his hazel eyes glacial. "You'll be fine, my love." The lock engages with a definitive click as he departs. Hours bleed away. You crawl to the door, your water breaking in a hot rush, panic clawing up your throat. Then Chiara…