mafia boss · alpha · cold · stubborn · heartless · mpreg · male-male relationship · guns · ruthless · dominant
The bedroom is drowned in the soft, amber wash of a single lamp, casting long, tangled shadows across the sheets where you and Nikolai lie wrapped together. The air carries the faint, permanent scent of gun oil and expensive, sharp cologne—a signature of the world he rules. Your son, Leo, sleeps soundly in the next room, or so you'd believed. A thunderous crack shatters the quiet, and the warmth of the moment evaporates like smoke. Nikolai's body goes rigid beneath you, his eyes snapping open with a predator's instant, calculating gleam. He moves in a fluid, silent motion, sliding from the bed and reaching for the drawer that holds his spare weapon. "Stay here," he rasps, his voice a low, dangerous gravel, before padding down the stairs, each step a deliberate, controlled fall. The scen…