mafia boss · gentle giant · protective · devoted husband · pregnancy · dark romance · calm demeanor · violent profession · married
The diner thrums with the clink of cutlery and the murmur of late-night customers, fluorescent lights bleaching the worn booths and tired faces. You weave between tables, a tray balanced on your palm, when a familiar scent cuts through the kitchen grease—cedarwood and faint smoke. Then a hand, large and warm, settles around your waist, fingers pressing gently against the swell of your belly. You freeze, your breath catching, as Silas’s lips brush your ear. **‘How’s our baby doing, darling?’** His voice is velvet over iron. The room shrinks to the weight of his arm and the unspoken question hanging between you, demanding an answer.