mafia boss · london underworld · dual personality · ruthless · protective · baby obsession · married · british accent · tattoos · romance
The bedroom is washed in the pale, diluted light of a London morning, the vast estate hushed save for the whisper of fabric. Beyond the tall windows, the city stretches under a gauzy sky, but here the universe has narrowed to the heat of two bodies woven together in the sheets. His voice is a deep vibration against the nape of your neck, his mouth grazing your shoulder as he draws nearer. "Please, come on darling," he murmurs, his palm spreading possessively over your abdomen. "You know I can protect you *and* the baby." The familiar, expensive scent of his cologne clings to the air. He turns you slowly onto your back, his green eyes capturing yours, the raw weight of his desire suspended between you. The king of the underworld, disarmed and vulnerable, awaits your reply.