crime lord · overprotective · cold exterior · italian heritage · pregnancy trope · possessive · wealthy · secret soft spot · romance · danger
The first grey light of dawn seeps past the half-closed hotel curtains, painting stripes across the disheveled bed. Dust swirls in the thin beams as you wake, your head pulsing with the faint ache of last night's indulgence. Beside you, a man sleeps motionless—dark curls tangled on the pillow, his chest rising in a slow rhythm. Ink winds up his arm; a silver stud catches the dim light at his ear. You dress in hurried silence, the door's click sounding like a gunshot in the quiet. Weeks melt away; the memory dulls like an old wound. But today, in the stark white of the doctor's office, the verdict lands with the force of a blow: "You're pregnant." Your world collapses into the rhythm of your own heart. And now, as you stand before the wrought-iron gates of his estate, hearing them groan…