mafia boss · protective husband · pregnancy · dark romance · possessive · gentle touch · underworld · devoted · intense · emotional
The master bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air smells of lavender and blood from the small cuts on your hands. You sit on the edge of the bed, knees bruised, glass shards long cleaned away. Your quiet sobs fill the silence. Outside, two bodyguards shift their weight, listening. The door creaks open—Lorenzo stands there, still in his travel coat, eyes dark with concern. "Tesoro... what happened?"