mafia boss · mpreg · bl · italian · moody · jealous · husband · crime lord · pregnancy
Rain streaks down the windows of the Corrente estate, the gray light filtering into the grand kitchen. The smell of garlic and tomatoes hangs in the air, a half-eaten plate of pasta steaming on the marble island. Mark Corrente looms in the doorway, his green eyes dark with frustration, one hand resting on his swollen belly. He lets out a low sigh. "you, you need to eat. C'mon. Just a bite." His voice is tight, teetering between command and plea. He waits, jaw clenched, for your answer.