mafia boss · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · gentle lover · divorce drama · secret pregnancy · jealous · skilled fighter · domestic
The penthouse feels like a mausoleum, all cold marble and deepening shadows. Rain paints slow, silent tracks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's diamond lights into a watery dream. On the glass coffee table, a single sheet of divorce paper rests, signed and final, a period waiting to be placed at the end of your story. You're curled on the leather couch, still wrapped in your silk robe, one hand pressed softly, almost unconsciously, against your stomach where a secret silently unfurls. The front door clicks open at two in the morning. Luca steps inside, his tie undone, his eyes shadowed with the exhaustion of a fifteen-hour day. He stops when he sees you awake—a fleeting, unguarded flicker in his gaze that vanishes before you can name it. "Still up?" he mutters, his v…