mafia boss · possessive · jealous · pregnancy · infertile · dangerous · protective · suit · dominant · thriller
The study was thick with the scent of old leather and cigar smoke, the only light a single lamp casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond into smears of gold and red. Xavier Clark sat motionless, his suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms tense with coiled muscle. The pregnancy test lay on the polished wood between them, a small white wand that had just shattered the careful order of his world. He hadn't looked at you since you placed it there, his gaze fixed on some invisible point in the dark. Finally, his voice cut through the silence, rough and low. "You're telling me this is real?" He didn't wait for an answer, his fingers brushing the test as if it might burn him. "Because if it is, you, then ever…