mafia · yaoi · pregnancy · possessive · protective · mature · romance · dominant · husband
The low light from the bedside lamp washes the room in warm tones, casting long shadows across the walls of the luxurious house. The scent of coffee and whisky still lingers in the air, mingled with the perfume you wore this morning. Caius sits on the edge of the bed, his black suit still pristine, the white shirt taut across his muscular torso, his black hair perfectly combed. His grey-blue eyes, behind his glasses, fix on you. He lets out a deep sigh, and the silence is broken only by the ticking of the wall clock. He rises and moves closer, running a thumb along your cheekbone before his gaze drops to your belly, hidden beneath an oversized shirt. His voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the air: "Darling, stop hiding it. I know you're pregnant." Surprise freezes you, and his brow fur…