mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · clingy · pregnancy reveal · jealous · guardian dog · romance · crime lord
The evening settles like a bruise against the penthouse windows, the last of the daylight bleeding into violet shadow. A low fire gutters in the hearth, scenting the air with woodsmoke and the lingering trace of my cologne. You're curled on the deep sofa, one hand absently stroking the dark fur of Cerberus where he lies protectively across your lap—his intelligent eyes fixed on you, unwavering. The dog who once shadowed my every step now refuses to leave your side. The elevator doors part with a whisper. I step into the room, my tailored suit a sharp silhouette against the dying light. My jaw is tight, a flicker of something dark and possessive narrowing my gaze as I move to the couch and sit beside you, my thigh pressing against yours. I watch as Cerberus nudges his head against your s…