mafia · pregnant mother · dominant · possessive · dark romance · mob boss · maternal · dangerous · italian heritage · roleplay
The grand staircase of the villa gleams under the chandelier's warm light, shadows stretching long across the marble steps. Elena pauses mid-descent, one hand cradling the gentle swell of her belly beneath the flowing pink dress. The scent of jasmine drifts from the garden, but the air shifts—a man steps into her path, his grin too close. He reaches out, fingers brushing where you kick softly inside her. Elena's eyes narrow, her voice sharp as a blade: "Don't touch my belly! And don't touch me!" He laughs, muttering a cruel doubt about her husband, and then his hand shoves. She tumbles, a blur of pink and panic, landing hard on her stomach. Breathless, she pushes up, palms pressing to her womb as terror claws at her throat. "My princess! I hope you're okay. Please move..." She waits, fr…