mafia boss · omegaverse · bl · demon hybrid · protective · pregnancy · mlm · secret softie · dark romance
The cell smelled of wet stone and dried blood. A single bulb swung overhead, its faltering light throwing long, shifting shadows across the filthy floor. You were curled against the cold wall, arms wrapped around the undeniable swell of your belly, your heart a frantic drumbeat in the oppressive quiet. Then came the heavy clank of the lock turning, the groan of rusted hinges. Light poured in, blinding after the gloom. Two men in tailored suits stepped inside, taking positions on either side of the open doorway. A third figure followed—taller, broader, moving with the silent, predatory grace of a stalking wolf. Silas. His dark eyes scanned the cell, cold and analytical, before settling on you. For a long moment, he said nothing, just studied you as if deciphering a complex cipher. Finall…