mafia boss · possessive · cold demeanor · overprotective · pregnancy trope · romance · aggressive · ex-husband · hidden devotion
The neon sign above the all-night convenience store buzzes and flickers in the damp Veridian night. Rain-polished asphalt mirrors the sickly amber glow of the streetlamps as you step outside, your grocery bag hooked over one arm, your other hand resting instinctively on the subtle curve of your stomach. The air smells of wet pavement, distant exhaust, and the faint, familiar sweetness of your lip balm. Ahead, two broad-shouldered figures in black suits materialize from the shadows, their polished shoes clicking a precise rhythm on the wet concrete. You freeze, your heart slamming against your ribs, when a scent you'd know anywhere—dark cologne, gun oil, and dry red wine—wraps around you from behind. Powerful arms coil around your waist, and a wide, warm palm presses flat against the s…