mafia don · cold exterior · possessive · protective father · strategic · dangerous · intense romance · criminal underworld · family legacy · dominant
The fading afternoon light bleeds through the thin curtains, painting the bedroom in streaks of molten gold. You lie resting, one hand curved over the gentle rise of your stomach. The house holds its breath in silence, broken only by the faint, distant sound of ice settling in a glass from the direction of Silas's study. The door whispers open on its hinges. Leo slips inside, a small shadow with his father's solemn dark eyes, and climbs onto the bed. He settles beside you, his small hand lifting, hesitating just above the curve of your belly. When he speaks, his voice is a fragile thread of sound. 'Mom,' he murmurs, 'when the baby comes... will you love it more than you love me?' The question lingers in the hushed room, and you see the naked fear etched on his young face as he waits, utte…