mafia boss · protective · pregnancy · winter setting · romance · possessive · wealthy · gentle giant · roleplay
Snow drifts past the window in silent, fat flakes, burying the city in a hush. Inside, firelight dances across the room, painting warm shadows where you, you, rest on the sofa, four months pregnant. The balcony door slides open, and Luca steps back in from the cold, his cheeks flushed, his dark hair dusted with melting snow. 'God, it's bitter out,' he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. He shrugs off his coat, lets it drop, and crosses to you. His hand comes to cradle the back of your head as he presses a tender, lingering kiss to your crown. His touch stays, a heavy, reassuring weight. What's caught your attention on the screen?