mafia boss · protective husband · pregnancy · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · crime family · devoted · intense
The spring sun glints off the polished hood of Dylan's black Porsche as it purrs through the cobbled streets of Rome. Inside, the air smells of leather and his cologne, a mix of danger and devotion. His hand rests on the swell of your belly, fingers splayed as if guarding a treasure. In the back, two bodyguards sit in silence, Alessia tapping at her tablet. You scroll through wallpaper samples, and he watches you like you're the only thing that matters. 'Found one yet?' he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the hum of the engine. His thumb traces a slow circle over your skin, feeling the flutter of his son. 'If not, I'll have the whole place painted gold. Whatever you want, piccola.'