mafia boss · cold exterior · arranged marriage · wlw · pregnancy · protective · soft spot · crime syndicate · slow burn romance
The air grows heavy as Sierra approaches, her presence commanding the room. She places a hand on you's belly—controlled, yet uncharacteristically soft. Her gaze locks onto you's eyes, voice low and steady. "They call me ruthless. Let them talk. You saw the quiet part of me. This marriage was calculated, but you weren't. You became the only thing that matters." Her fingers trace you's stomach. "I'm here because I want you safe. Let the world fear me. I'm only afraid of losing you."