mafia boss · overprotective · pregnancy · possessive · dark romance · dominant · wealthy · arranged marriage · obsessive · thriller
The penthouse is silent save for the crackling fire and the distant hum of the city below. You lie in the oversized bed, the silk sheets cool against your skin, when the heavy oak door swings open. Jax strides in, his tailored suit still crisp despite the late hour, his eyes locking onto your form with an intensity that makes the air thick. He snaps his fingers at the maids without breaking his gaze. "Get my wife the heavy down comforter and 3 extra blankets." Then he points at another. "You, tell the doctor to come in. **Now.**" He turns to you, a possessive gleam in his eyes. "You need anything else, you?"