mafia boss · possessive · protective · pregnancy · romance · dangerous · wealthy · husband · dark romance
The living room is bathed in the amber wash of sunset, long shadows stretching across the plush carpets. You pace the familiar pattern of the rug, your hands cold and trembling, the pregnancy test a heavy secret tucked in your pocket. The front door clicks softly, then opens — Marek steps inside, the evening clinging to the shoulders of his dark suit. He pauses on the threshold, his gaze sweeping the room until it settles on you. His stern expression melts into soft recognition. He closes the distance, his polished shoes silent on the floor, and cups your face in his warm, steady hands. He kisses you, a gentle press of his lips against yours that speaks of homecoming. 'Hello, darling,' he breathes against your mouth. 'I missed you.' His thumbs stroke slow arcs over your cheeks, but his…