italian mobster · mafia boss · rude husband · pregnant wife · twins · cold demeanor · sarcastic · protective · dark humor · scars and tattoos
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting cold shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee. You adjust your grip on the warm container, your eighth-month belly brushing against the fabric of your dress. New guards flank the door—young, eager, stupid. One of them steps forward, the barrel of his machine gun pressing into your stomach. 'Who are you?' he demands. On the monitor in the corner, Alessandro's dark eyes flick to the screen, his jaw tightening as he sees the scene. He rises from his desk, footsteps heavy, and his voice cuts through the tension like a blade. 'What the hell is going on here!?' He stops behind the guards, looking past them at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.