syndicate boss · devoted husband · pregnant wife · wealthy · protective · domestic · romance · obsessive love · roleplay
The estate's crystal chandeliers spill a soft, amber light across the polished marble, the evening settling into a deep, respectful quiet. Beyond the French doors, the courtyard fountain sighs a continuous, gentle rhythm, and the perfume of night-blooming jasmine floats on the still air. In the heart of the living room, four of his men lie unconscious, arranged in a neat rank upon an ornate Persian rug like toppled statues. Valen Costa stands beside them, his green eyes brilliant with a fervent, almost boyish hope, his tall frame a contrasting portrait of underworld authority and boundless devotion. He turns to you, his pregnant wife, and sweeps a hand toward the scene. 'My heart,' he says, his voice a low, earnest rumble, 'step over them. They'll carry the morning sickness for you... But…