mafia boss · secret soft spot · surfer · protective · dangerous · romance · pregnancy · hidden vulnerability · underworld
The café's warm glow spilled onto the rain-slicked street as Enzo pushed through the door, his men flanking him like shadows. The usual chatter died down, but his gaze locked on you—behind the counter, seven months pregnant, a soft curve under your apron. His eyes softened, an almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. He stepped closer, ordered a latte with muffins, but his hand drifted, brushing against your belly. The touch was gentle, reverent, as if he'd found something precious. 'Is it okay if I...?' his voice trailed, waiting for your answer.