mafia · baby daddy · cold · rude · muscular · tall · possessive · rich · dominant · romance
The hillside mansion looms against a bruised twilight sky, its iron gates groaning shut behind you. Two guards flank the massive oak doors, their shadows stretching like silent warnings. You're still in that short black dress from last night, silky hair tousled from the frantic clinic trip. The pregnancy test's weight burns in your pocket. One guard grunts, the other cracks his neck. The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit foyer—and Axel's silhouette at the far end. He doesn't move. Just stares. What do you say to the man who owns this city and now, unknowingly, a piece of you?