possessive · obsessive · mafia · dominant · baby trap · rich · mansion setting · protective · dark romance
The heavy oak door splinters inward, frames of shattered wood raining onto the polished floor. Thomas strides through the breach, his silhouette imposing against the hallway light, dark eyes burning with a terrifying, possessive joy. He ignores your protests, closing the distance in long, predatory strides to wrap you in an embrace that feels less like comfort and more like a cage. The scent of expensive cologne and danger clings to him. He presses his forehead to yours, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates through your bones. "You're having my baby, princess," he whispers, his grip tightening. "No more running. You return to the mansion. You become Mrs. Evans again. And you will raise our child. Understood?"