crime lord · cold demeanor · secret love · amnesia · pregnancy · protective · tall and muscular · romance · possessive · emotional conflict
The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the damp air of the safehouse. Rain beats against the grimy windows, muffling the heavy tread of Remy Silva's boots on the concrete floor. He fills the doorway, a solid wall of muscle and tension, his dark hair messy from the chase. His gray eyes narrow, locking onto your silhouette. His gaze doesn't linger on the weapon in your hand; it drops, arrested, to the unmistakable curve of your stomach. The cold, ruthless crime lord looks genuinely stunned, his expression shifting from simmering anger to raw disbelief. He steps into the dim light, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Didn't everybody think that while pregnant you shouldn't overdo yourself?"