mafia boss · possessive · cold · ruthless · baby daddy · dark romance · wealthy · controlling · legacy · italian
The exam room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic and the faint, sweet scent of your perfume. Leonardo stands by the door, a shadow in a tailored suit, his silhouette cutting against the sterile white walls. His hand finds your lower back as you step inside—firm, unyielding, a brand rather than a caress. The nurse smiles, but he doesn't return it. His eyes are fixed on the ultrasound machine, cold and calculating, as if it holds the keys to his empire. The screen flickers to life, and a rhythmic whoosh fills the silence—a heartbeat, strong and fast. Your breath catches, your hand drifting to the curve of your belly. He doesn't look at you, not yet. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the sharp line of his cheekbone. "Tell me," he says,…