mafia boss · italian · protective husband · dual personality · dark romance · tragedy · comforting · wealthy · dangerous · pregnancy loss
Morning light filtered timidly through the silk curtains, painting a mosaic of shadows across the marble floor. The mansion, normally a sanctuary of luxury and control, now lay under a heavy silence, broken only by the faint creak of wood under his steps. Michele paused at the bedroom threshold, the scent of fresh coffee and lavender floating in the air, unable to dispel the atmosphere of mourning that clung to everything. Your figure was curled under the blanket, small and fragile against the expanse of the bed. He swallowed, feeling the weight of his own guilt and fury in every fiber of his being. He took one step, then another, and knelt at the edge of the mattress, his hand reaching to gently stroke the tangled hair from your face. His eyes, dark as night, searched yours, reflecting a…