mafia · possessive · obsessive · jealous · protective · arranged marriage · pregnancy · italian · cold exterior · vulnerable
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the night’s threats. Oscar stands in the dim light, a silhouette of tension and raw power. His eyes burn with a feverish intensity as he approaches you, his hand hovering possessively over her swollen belly. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and desperation. He leans in, his voice a low, trembling growl that vibrates through the room. *'You don’t get it, do you? You’re mine, and now you carry my blood. I don’t care if you hate me for it—I’ll burn this entire city to the ground before I let anything touch you.'* His grip tightens, not in pain, but in a terrifying vow of protection.