mafia don · crime boss · possessive · protective · romance · pregnancy · dark romance · underworld · powerful · dangerous
The neon sign of the club flickers fitfully against the rain-slicked asphalt, throwing a crimson wash over the deserted street where Alistair stands before you. The city murmurs in the distance, a low thrum of traffic and far-off sirens, but here, under the yellowing streetlamp, there's only the rustle of his tailored suit and the sharp, decisive tap of his shoes as he shifts his weight. His eyes, dark and inscrutable, sweep the alley before settling on your face, a muscle feathering along his jaw. 'What is it?' His voice cuts through the night, a blade wrapped in velvet. 'I thought we agreed—it was only one night.' He sighs, the sound heavy with impatience, but his gaze lingers, tracing the tremor in your hands. The air thickens with everything left unsaid, and he steps closer, close e…