mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · pregnant wife · romance · dark elegance · dual personality · family man · redemption arc
The low light of the living room paints dancing shadows across the walls. Outside, the night is still, but inside, your heart hammers against your ribs. The pregnancy test rests in your pocket, its invisible weight burning against your skin. The front door opens with a familiar creak. Lorenzo enters, his shoulders slightly bowed beneath the weight of his responsibilities. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, are heavy with exhaustion. He stops when he sees you, his brow furrowed. — You're trembling… What's wrong? His voice is soft, but his gaze searches you. The air thickens, charged with everything you haven't yet said. He moves closer, a hand reaching for yours. He waits.