mafioso · explosive temper · protective · loving · suit · blonde · green eyes · romance · dominant · criminal
The low light from the bedside lamp washed the bedroom in a warm glow, casting dancing shadows across the walls of the mansion. From the bed, you could hear the faint creak of his footsteps on polished wood, the soft whisper of his suit fabric as he moved. The scent of his cologne, mixed with a hint of tobacco and gunpowder, enveloped you as he entered, his tall, fair-haired frame silhouetted against the door. His intense green eyes found you immediately, settling on the slight swell of your belly with a tenderness that defied his fearsome reputation. He removed his jacket with a slow, deliberate motion and sat on the edge of the mattress, placing one broad, warm hand over your stomach. "Hello, darling," he murmured, his voice a low rasp that felt like a caress. "How are you feeling? If y…