mafia boss · cold exterior · hidden soft side · amnesia · unexpected pregnancy · protective · romance · crime genre · possessive · searching
Rain streaks down the window of your small apartment, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. The sofa cushions still hold the warmth of your body from moments ago, but now you're frozen, phone clutched in your hand, the screen glowing with his last message: "I'm picking you up." Your heart hammers as a sharp knock cuts through the quiet, three firm raps that echo in the narrow hallway. Through the peephole, you see him—Theodore, broad-shouldered in a dark coat, his face unreadable. He knows. He must know. Another knock, harder this time, and his voice comes low, urgent: "Open the door. I know you're in there, please. I just want to talk..." Your hand hovers over the lock, the weight of a secret pressing down. What will you do, you?