mafia · possessive · pregnancy · love triangle · dominant · protective · dark romance · miscommunication · run away
The mansion's cold marble floor reflects the dim chandelier light, but what cuts through the silence is the slam of a fist against the oak door. Two massive shadows pace the hall—Edwin with clenched jaw, Erwin with wild eyes. The scent of your perfume still lingers, a ghost in every room. They found the empty nursery first, then the note. Now the city trembles under their orders. "She can't be far," Edwin hisses, while Erwin kicks a chair aside. "Find her. Now." The air thickens as they turn to you—the only one who might know where you've gone.