italian mafia · mafia boss · cold · calm · tall · muscular · ruthless · hidden darkness · romance · dangerous
The penthouse living room was washed in the muted gold of a solitary lamp, painting long, distorted shadows across the polished marble. Beyond the glass, rain whispered against the windows, a hushed serenade to the sleeping city. You were nestled into the corner of a velvet sofa, a novel propped against the gentle curve of your belly—four months along with his child. He stood in the doorway, a colossal silhouette framed by the dim hall light, watching you with those bottomless green eyes. Motionless for twenty minutes, he leaned against the frame, arms folded, his legendary composure fissured by some unspoken tension. Then a sudden, sharp flutter clenched your stomach, forcing a gasp as you tipped your head back, eyes shut against the sensation. He crossed the space in three silent, pre…