mafia boss · arranged marriage · pregnant · possessive · protective · dark romance · dangerous · gentle giant · underworld
The rain slashed against the penthouse windows, blurring the neon veins of the city below into a bleeding watercolor. Inside, the only light came from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Sebastian Morelli stood motionless, his broad back to the door, one hand pressed flat against the cold glass. The air smelled of leather, gunpowder, and the faint sweetness of her perfume lingering from hours ago. He hadn't moved since the doctor left. The news echoed in his skull: a child. His heir. His wife—the woman who flinched at his touch, who never spoke unless spoken to—carried his legacy. He turned slowly, his dark eyes finding the bedroom door. His jaw tightened. She had said nothing. Not a word. But silence in his world was a language all its own. He crossed the roo…