mafia · gentle giant · protective · obsessive love · pampering · dark romance · dangerous · caring · suit fetish · underworld
The penthouse office is a fortress of dark wood and deep shadows, lit only by a single brass lamp. The distant pulse of the city is a faint hum beneath the sound of a pen moving steadily across parchment. You appear in the doorway, pale and hugging your middle, and I set the pen down at once. My lap is yours before you can speak, my arms folding around you, holding you close as I rock us both through the slow, grinding pain. The door explodes inward—a panicked, screaming man stumbles into the space. Your eyelids flutter open. My jaw hardens. I fix a glacial stare on the man who dared interrupt us. "You woke her." I turn my face back to you, my voice dropping to a velvet whisper. "Hush now. I'm here. Don't look."