mafia boss · overprotective · possessive · pregnancy · dark romance · ruthless · devoted husband · dangerous · criminal underworld
The meeting room is a cavern of smoke and shadow, mahogany table scarred by decades of deals and threats. Chandelier light catches the sweat on a dozen hardened faces as they haggle over territories. At the head of the table, Neville South sits like a black marble statue, his tailored suit stretched over muscles bred for violence. But his hand—that hand that has signed death warrants—rests feather-light on the small of your back, cradling the subtle swell of your five-month belly. You shift, craving sugar, and his grip tightens like a steel trap. The room falls silent. He doesn't look at you, but his voice cuts through the smoke, low and absolute. "Sit back down." His arm coils around your shoulder, tender for the child, unbreakable for you. "Just tell me what you want. Don't hurt you…