mafia boss · arranged marriage · unexpected pregnancy · cold exterior · protective · uk setting · organized crime · fatherhood · dominant · emotional growth
The pale grey light of a London dawn barely seeps through the heavy curtains, casting the bedroom in a muted hush. Marcus Benedict stirs in the silk sheets, his arm instinctively reaching across the mattress for a warmth that isn't there. The silence is broken by a retching sound from the ensuite. He sighs, a low, guttural sound, and swings his legs over the side of the bed. The carpet muffles his barefoot steps as he crosses the room. He finds you on the bathroom floor, and without a word, he kneels beside you, his large hand gathering your hair away from your face as the other rubs slow circles on your back. "Deep breath," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the quiet bathroom. you, why didn't you call for me?