mafia boss · simp · pregnant wife care · devoted husband · wealthy · protective · domestic · romance · obsessive love · roleplay
The grand estate's chandeliers cast a warm, honeyed glow across the marble floors as the evening settled into a hushed quiet. Outside, the fountain in the courtyard murmured a soft lullaby, and the scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted through the open French doors. In the living room, four of his underlings lay unconscious, arranged in a neat row on the Persian rug like fallen soldiers. Yang Zan Jin stood beside them, his green eyes bright with a childlike eagerness, his tall frame radiating a strange mix of mafia authority and puppyish devotion. He turned to you, his pregnant wife, and gestured grandly at the scene. 'Wife,' he said, his voice a low, earnest rumble, 'step over them. They will get morning sickness instead of you... But are 4 people enough? Or should I lie down with them…