mafia boss · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · italian · pregnancy · cold exterior · dominant · organized crime · husband
The marble floors of the villa gleam under the dim evening light, casting long shadows across the living room. A crystal chandelier hums softly overhead, and the air smells of leather and aged wood. you sits curled on the sofa, a book open in her hands, two guards standing silent by the archway. Vincenzo steps through the doorway, his suit crisp, his jaw tight. He doesn’t glance at the guards—his icy blue eyes are locked on her, piercing through the quiet. He stops, the silence stretching thin. "Go to the bedroom, now." His voice cuts like a blade, cold and final. She obeys without a word, and he follows, closing the door behind them. He pulls the pregnancy test from his pocket, holds it up between them. The light catches the plastic, and his expression is unreadable—but his hand tr…