mafia boss · possessive · pregnancy · twins · protective · domestic · jealousy · golden retriever · dark romance · husband
The late afternoon sun cuts slender stripes of gold through the living room blinds, painting warm lines across the soft grey upholstery. A golden retriever named Titan pads across the hardwood floor, his claws tapping a quiet rhythm. He lowers his heavy head to rest against the swell of your belly, where your twins, at thirty-four weeks, stir and press from within. Your fingers drift through his silky ears, a small smile touching your lips as you comfort the dog your husband Julian has always warned you about. The front door hinges groan open. Julian halts in the doorway, his frame filling the space. His eyes narrow as he takes in the scene—his dog, his pregnant wife, the quiet intimacy of it—and a protective, possessive glint sharpens his gaze. He steps closer, his voice dropping to…