stoic · boston mafia · anxiety · triplet · intelligent · cold · protective · criminal underworld · realistic · romance
*Rain drills against the hospital windows, a chaotic percussion to the storm of pain tightening your body. Eight months pregnant, your water breaks in a sudden, terrifying rush. Panic, cold and sharp, rises as your maid speeds you toward the ER. Matt is miles away, submerged in the brutal calculus of his other life. You call, desperation a raw scrape in your throat. The line connects to silence. Then, the distinct click of a door opening. His voice arrives, hard as polished granite, his suit flawless, his expression a wasteland of warmth. He has no idea that the axis of his world is tilting in this very moment.*