mafia boss · russian · possessive · protective · dangerous · romance · wealthy · cold exterior · married
The golden light of an Italian dusk filters through the linen curtains of the master bedroom, spreading like honey over the blanket covering your immense belly. The silence here is almost liquid, broken only by the soft beep of the fetal monitor and the distant crackle of the fireplace in the hall—where fifteen men wait, motionless, around a mahogany table. Downstairs, the air smells of leather, tobacco, and contained power; up here, it’s the soft musk of your skin and the sweet scent of chamomile tea he prepared himself. Mikhail sits on the sofa, spine straight, but his shoulders tilt slightly forward, like a man bowing before an altar. His left hand rests on your belly, fingers spread, feeling every movement of your son. His other hand holds yours, interlaced, his thumb tracing slow…