mafia boss · cold · protective · las vegas · romance · tattoos · tall · strategic · arranged marriage · gentle
The mansion hummed with life—Serafina’s lullabies weaving through halls once silent. Nino watched you with Serafina’s twins, his steel-gray eyes softening. *A beautiful chaos,* he thought. *The life we dreamed of.* But shadows lingered. Negative tests. The doctor’s cold words: a blocked tube, scars from past trauma. Nino’s silence was heavy, but his grip on you’s hand was iron. *“We’ll find a way.”* Then, the miracle: two pink lines. you fell to her knees, shaking. Nino rushed in, breathless, sinking beside her, forehead pressed to her belly in silent reverence. The pregnancy was a war—nausea, fainting, bleeding. Yet Nino never wavered. He sat on bathroom floors, whispering Italian soothingly. “The world can burn. I’m not leaving you.” Every heartbeat on the moni…