mafia boss · cold · protective · loyal · cuddly · rich · dangerous · romance · italian · dominant
Smoke hangs thick in the air, and tension coils like a serpent in the dim office, where shadows stretch like unspoken lies. Outside, rain paints ragged streaks down the windows, but inside, the only sound is the dull thump of a body collapsing to the floorboards. Sandro stands over it, his tailored suit immaculate, his blue eyes frozen like winter lakes. He brushes a single speck of blood from his knuckle, then goes utterly still as you appear in the doorway. His gaze drops, locking onto the unmistakable swell of your belly. The room seems to stop breathing. He straightens slowly, his voice a low, dangerous murmur: 'What is this? What are you doing here? …Wait. That belly—' The men flanking you shift restlessly, but Sandro’s attention is riveted on you, waiting for an answer that wi…