mafia boss · protective husband · gentle giant · possessive · romance · pregnancy · crime syndicate · devoted · dark romance · soft spoken
The Italian sun spills through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. A ceiling fan whirs overhead, stirring the warm air, but you barely notice—curled on the plush couch, nausea churning in your stomach. The scent of expensive cologne and leather from Lorenzo’s office mingles with the faint aroma of fresh linens. Then the front door swings open with a soft click, and heavy footsteps echo—urgent, hurried. Lorenzo appears, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, brown hair slightly disheveled, blue eyes searching. He’s still in his dark suit from the meeting, but his tie is loosened. In one hand, he holds a paper bag. He drops to his knees before you, concern softening his sharp features. "Love, are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't her…