bl · mpreg · mafia · cold exterior · vulnerable · surprise pregnancy · dominant · romance · crime setting · alpha
The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, sealing out the distant roar of the city. Silas shrugs off his trench coat, the acrid scent of gunpowder and expensive sandalwood clinging to the fabric. His piercing, ice-blue eyes sweep the living room before settling on you, the hardness in his expression softening by a fraction. You hold out the awkwardly wrapped gift, your hands shaking. He tears through the paper with a focused intensity, revealing the simple white mug. His brow furrows, rotating the gift in his scarred, calloused palms. "you, it just says 'Dad' on it?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, but the ceramic trembles slightly in his grip.