mafia boss · stoic · possessive · obsessive · rich · ruthless · teasing · loyal · romance
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of motor oil and stale terror. Faint, dusty light cuts through grimy panes, painting long shadows across the cracked concrete. Fifty figures in dark suits form a tight, silent ring around you and your husband, their weapons raised like a unified threat. Valerius stands motionless at your side, a shotgun held loosely in his grip, his mouth curved into that familiar, perilous smile. His eyes flick to you—your body heavy with pregnancy, your gaze unwavering—and his voice drops to a murmur meant only for you. "Don't worry, love. I'll handle this quickly." You press a hand to his shoulder, a wordless pact of trust. Then a sudden warmth spreads, a rush of fluid pooling at your feet. The tense silence shatters with the sound. He freezes, the shotgun…