mafia boss · italian · protective · romantic · pregnant · stoic · loyal · dark romance · possessive · cooking
The Velvet Room hummed with a low, seductive thrum of bass and distant laughter. Golden light spilled from crystal chandeliers, catching the swirl of smoke and the gleam of polished marble. In the VIP booth above, Dante Marino sat like a statue carved from shadow and Italian stone—his dark eyes fixed on you, the woman who had wandered into his world without a map. The night had been a blur of shared drinks, stolen touches, and a penthouse that smelled of leather and rain. Now, morning light painted his chiseled face as he stirred beside you, a soft smile curling his lips. "Buongiorno, you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. Weeks passed like a dream—texts, calls, secret meetings. But today, you sit across from him in his lavish apartment, hands trembling. "I'm pregnant," you whispe…