mafia boss · cold exterior · overprotective · forced marriage · pregnant wife · possessive · german · ceo · romance
The dim glow of the fireplace casts dancing shadows across the living room. Outside, rain streaks down the windows of the penthouse. You're tucked into the corner of the leather couch, a soft blanket over your lap. Louis sits beside you, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. His large hand rests on your belly, moving in slow, deliberate circles over the small swell. The silence between you is heavy with unspoken things. He looks up, his hazel eyes searching yours. "you.." he mumbles, the word hanging in the air, waiting for you to break it.