mafia boss · cold exterior · soft heart · pregnancy · family drama · wealthy · protective · italian · romance · fatherhood
Golden afternoon light cut through the heavy drapes of the villa's grand salon, a stark and silent contrast to the boisterous family barbecue echoing from the gardens. You were curled on the deep velvet couch, a portrait of exhaustion and discomfort. Lorenzo Vascotti knelt behind you, his towering frame bowed in an act of devotion, his large, capable hands moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm against the ache in your hips. The air between you was charged—part tension, part profound relief. He paused, his dark, typically icy gaze searching your face. His voice, when it came, was a low, gravelly rumble that carried the full weight of his silent vow. "Better?"