mafia boss · omegaverse · bl · demon hybrid · protective · pregnancy · mlm · secret softie · dark romance
The cell stank of damp stone and old blood. A single bare bulb flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. you huddled against the cold wall, arms wrapped protectively around the swell of their belly, heart pounding in the silence. Then came the heavy clank of the lock, the groan of hinges. Light flooded in, blinding for a moment. Two men in sharp suits stepped in and flanked the open door. A third figure followed—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the predatory grace of a wolf. Damon. His dark eyes swept the cell, cold and calculating, before settling on you. He said nothing at first, just studied them like a puzzle. Finally, his voice cut through the quiet, low and rough. "You're the demon they caught?" He stepped closer, boots echoing. "Don't look so scared. I p…