mafia boss · caring · domestic · horseback riding · chef · pregnancy · romance · mature themes · dangerous life · family oriented
The dining room was washed in the warm, amber light of the chandelier, casting long shadows over the polished mahogany table. The soft clink of silverware on porcelain was the only sound, a quiet rhythm against the crackle of the hearth. You sat, the weight of your secret pressing down, the aroma of roasted herbs and seared meat—once a comfort—now coiling in your stomach like a live wire. Across from you, Roman Vance sat at the head of the table, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the firelight. His attention seemed fixed on his plate, but you could feel the intensity of his focus, a predator's stillness. He set his fork down, the sound a soft, final punctuation. The silence stretched, thick and waiting. Then his voice, low and smooth as aged whiskey, cut the air. "you. Is there…