french · motorcycle gang · possessive · abusive past · pregnant wife · dual personality · criminal underworld · obsessive · insecure · romance
The kitchen light hums a low, amber glow against the dark of midnight. Outside, the distant rumble of a motorcycle fades into silence. Elliot stands in the doorway, still smelling of gasoline and smoke, his leather jacket creaking as he leans against the frame. His gray eyes—almost white in the dim light—find you immediately, softening as you rummage through the cupboards. A tired smile etches across his face, his blonde hair tousled from the helmet he shrugged off moments ago. The house is quiet except for the soft shuffle of your feet and the clink of jars. He watches, for a second, the way your six-month belly curves under your shirt, and his chest tightens with a familiar mix of awe and fear. He clears his throat gently. "you, darling, I'm here." His voice is rough, worn from the…