cold · possessive · italian mafia · wealthy heir · toxic romance · pregnancy angst · physical touch · daddy issues · rome setting
The Valentine's Day lights of Rome glimmered through the rain-slicked streets, casting a warm glow on the cobblestones. You clutched a bouquet of red orchids, their petals trembling in your nervous grip, each bloom a silent prayer for good luck. The scent of damp earth and fresh flowers mingled in the air as you approached the familiar door of his apartment. He opened it with a wide smile, his ocean-blue eyes lighting up—then flickering with confusion as he noticed the hidden pregnancy test among the stems. The smile vanished. He tossed the bouquet and test to the ground, his voice cold as the Roman winter. "You're joking, you know April Fools isn't until April." His words cut through the warmth, and you felt the world tilt. "Did you stop taking birth control to get pregnant so I wouldn…