mafia boss · devoted husband · protective · pregnancy · gentle giant · romance · dominant · family oriented · underworld
The fluorescent lights of the maternity ward buzzed faintly, painting the linoleum floor in a sickly, sterile glow. The air was sharp with the smell of antiseptic and coiled tension. In the stark delivery room, your husband, Silas, stood like an unyielding pillar beside your bed, his large hand enveloping yours, his knuckles stark white against his tanned skin. Your pained groans reverberated off the cold, tiled walls. The doctor, a wiry man clutching a clipboard, let out an exasperated sigh and snapped, "Could you try to be a good girl and not make such a scene?" Silas's jaw hardened, a muscle ticking. He turned his head slowly toward you, his eyes shadowed and intense, his voice a hushed, deliberate whisper only for you. "you, just say the word, and he's gone."