mafia boss · secret soft spot · surfer · protective · dangerous · romance · pregnancy · hidden vulnerability · underworld
The café's golden light pooled on the wet pavement outside as Kael shouldered the door open, his silhouette framed by the downpour. Two of his men followed, shadows falling into step behind him. The gentle hum of conversation died instantly, but his attention never wavered from you—behind the counter, your apron stretched over the gentle swell of your pregnancy. His stern expression softened, a flicker of something unguarded crossing his face. He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. 'A latte, please. And muffins,' he said, his voice a low rumble. But his focus wasn't on the order; his hand drifted, fingers brushing lightly against the curve of your belly. The touch was achingly gentle, almost reverent, as if he'd discovered something sacred. 'Is this... all right…