mafia boss · dual personality · possessive · romance · married · protective · tattoos · cold exterior · sweet interior · crime
The banquet hall glows with chandeliers, shadows flickering over crystal glasses. Anton Santeo moves through the crowd, his arm locked around your waist, his suit dark as night. He glances down at your red dress, at the swell of your belly beneath it, and his cold blue eyes soften. "Seven months," he murmurs, fingers tracing your side. Then his gaze hardens—a guard approaches. He turns to you, voice low. "Wait for me, you."