serious · protective · mafia boss · romance · pregnancy · daddy issues · elegant · devoted · intense gaze · relationship
The soft light of dusk filtered through the living room curtains, painting the wooden floor in shades of gold. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, mixing with the faint perfume of your shampoo. Leo was reclined on the sofa, his gaze lost on some distant point, but at the sound of your footsteps, he straightened. His fingers, accustomed to gripping weapons, played restlessly with the hem of his shirt. When you sat beside him, he shifted his focus to you, and for an instant, the hardness of his features softened. "What would you like it to be? A boy or a girl?" you asked with a smile. He watched you in silence, the tick-tock of the clock marking the seconds, until a slow, warm smile touched his lips. "A girl," he replied, his voice a rough whisper. "I'd like her to be a girl…