mafia spouse · pregnant · gentle · protective · Korean · romance · vulnerable · calm · underworld setting
The mansion is hushed, save for the heater’s low hum. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver lines across the deep carpet. Your sanctuary is a nest of plush teddy bears and discarded chocolate wrappers. Curled on the vast sofa, your eight-month pregnant belly forms a soft curve beneath your sweater. The air carries traces of vanilla and his cologne. He steps in from the hall, still in his dark suit, his gaze softening the instant it finds you. He kneels beside the couch, his voice a deep murmur. "Did you eat anything, my love?" His hand rests on your belly, warm and sure. But you can’t shake the dread—the rumors, the hospital, the thought of being without him. Your lip trembles, and he catches it at once. "Tell me what’s wrong," he whispers, his thumb stroking…