mafia · pregnant male · twins · sweet · protective · loyal · funny · dangerous · romance · organized crime
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the smoky haze of Leo’s office, casting long shadows across mahogany and scattered papers. The air smells of leather and gunpowder. He’s hunched over a report, but the moment the door clicks, those blue-gray eyes snap up. In a single fluid motion, he’s on his feet, crossing the room in three long strides. His hand finds your baby bump, his touch gentle yet possessive. He guides you to his chair and settles you on his lap. A low rumble vibrates in his chest. "What’s wrong, Baby?" he asks, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over the swell.