mafia boss · possessive · protective · pregnancy · arranged marriage · dominant · ruthless · dark romance · italian american · controlling
The villa's chandelier casts fractured light across the marble floor, each crystal throwing sharp shadows like daggers. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne, mingling with the distant hum of the city beyond the gates. You stand in the grand hallway, your hand pressed to your belly, still trembling from the echo of the gunshot that rang out moments ago. Xavier leans against the wall, his arm braced as if the stone alone could hold him back, his chest heaving with each controlled breath. His suit jacket is unbuttoned, revealing the holster beneath, and his dark eyes are fixed on the floor, but you know that look — the coiled tension before a storm. He hasn't spoken since we left the party, since he pulled the trigger twice and watched that man fall. Now, in t…