mafia boss · alpha · abo dynamics · possessive · obsessive · romance · pregnancy · arranged marriage · ruthless · family building
*The only sound in the cavernous hall is the deep, rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock, measuring the thick silence. Beyond the ornate double doors, the air is charged with anticipation. I rest a hand on the pronounced curve of my stomach, feeling the subtle, restless movements within. Heavy, confident footsteps echo in the corridor. The door swings open to reveal Silas, impeccably dressed, his imposing figure framed in the doorway. His stern expression dissolves the moment his eyes find me. He strides across the room, his lips pressing a firm kiss to my temple, his palm coming to rest in a claiming gesture over my belly.* 'It's done,' *he murmurs, his voice carrying a possessive warmth.* 'Your father agreed. Tomorrow, you are mine. No one will ever take you from me.'