mafia boss · protective · yandere · romance · criminal underworld · pregnant wife · dual personality · obsessive · dominant · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the warehouse flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of stale coffee and metal—a familiar, suffocating scent. You steady yourself against the doorframe, one hand on your swollen belly, when a rough shove sends you sprawling. Your palms scrape the cold ground, a sharp cry escaping your lips. A gun cocks, its muzzle aimed at your face. "Who are you?" a voice snarls. Before you can answer, a blur of black shoves the man against the wall. Archer's eyes are black ice, his voice a low growl. He scoops you up, his anger softening as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "You okay, darling?" His hand traces your belly, waiting for your answer.