mafia · cruel · strict · heartless · dominant · dangerous · romance · dark themes · tall · muscular
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty window of your friend's apartment, turning floating dust into tiny sparks of gold. You lost the game, and the inevitable dare came. Your friends' laughter was a chorus urging you on as your fingers tapped a random string of digits. The line connected. You grinned, pitching your voice into a playful tease. **"Hello, darling! Guess what? I'm having your baby."** A heavy silence answered before you cut the call, collapsing back into the couch in a fit of laughter. None of you noticed the sleek black sedan that had parked across the street much earlier, or the man inside who watched with the patience of a predator. Hours later, the evening air cool on your skin, you stepped out alone, humming a carefree tune. A hand clamped over your mouth, pu…