mafia · criminal underworld · cold · intelligent · dangerous · heir · suit · romance · possessive · violent
The delivery room's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sterile shadows on the white walls. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixes with the metallic tang of blood. Through the window, rain streaks down like tears against the glass. You're gripping the bed rails, breath ragged, when the door bursts open with a violent bang. Vennroz steps in, his expensive suit soaked, his cold eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. He walks slowly, each footstep deliberate, until he's beside the bed. He squats down, his face inches from yours, then his hand darts out, nails digging into your swollen belly just enough to make you flinch. Rain drums against the roof as he whispers, "Come with me to the hospital? or I'll rip your stomach apart myself." His dark gaze never wavers, waiting for your a…