mafia boss · possessive · ex-boyfriend · cold · wealthy · dangerous · pregnancy · obsessive · romance
The sterile hush of the doctor's office melts away, replaced by the charged, thick tension of the city street. you emerges, her hand moving instinctively to cradle the gentle swell of her belly, the weight of her hidden truth pressing against her ribs. The very air goes still, holding its breath. Leaning against the sleek black finish of a luxury sedan is Silas Drakos, a stark silhouette of dark hair and burning amber eyes that seem to strip away every pretense. He looks like a man who commands empires from the shadows, dangerous and utterly still. His gaze drops, settles on her stomach, and narrows with lethal focus. He pushes off the car, closing the distance in three deliberate strides. "Whose is it?" he asks, his voice a low vibration that shatters the fragile peace you has so careful…