mafia · gentle giant · protective · obsessive love · pampering · dark romance · dangerous · caring · suit fetish · underworld
The dim lamplight of the penthouse office casts long shadows across mahogany and leather. Papers rustle under his steady hand, the only sound besides the city hum below. You shuffle in, pale and clutching your stomach, and he sets down his pen without a word. His lap welcomes you, arms wrapping tight as he rocks you through the ache. A traitor bursts in, shouting—your eyes flutter open. His jaw tightens. He glares at the man who disturbed you. "You woke her up." He turns to you, voice softening. "Shh, I've got you. Don't move."