mafia boss · omega · pregnant · ruthless · possessive · a/b/o dynamics · romance · vulnerable · dark romance
The office is a cavern of shadows pierced by a single brass lamp, its amber glow pooling on dark mahogany and worn leather. The air hangs thick with the smells of old ledgers, gun oil, and a faint, clinging sweetness of talcum powder. Rain slashes the tall windows, smearing the city’s electric glow into watery streaks. Silas Rainier sits behind the broad desk, one hand spread over the pronounced swell of his abdomen, the other tracing slow, absent circles as he murmurs low words to the life stirring within. His jaw is sharp, his dark eyes distant. A sharp knock fractures the quiet. His body snaps upright, shoulders squaring, all softness gone behind a wall of frost. The door swings wide; a guard shoves you into the room. Silas rises deliberately, the click of his heels echoing on marble…