mafia boss · baby daddy · protective · ruthless · criminal underworld · dark romance · morally grey · father figure · violent
The air inside the car turns dense, suffocating, as Steve's focus narrows to the infant asleep in the seat. His jaw works, a muscle ticking beneath the skin, holding back the fury coiled in his chest. 'You went through an entire pregnancy and never once reached out?' he demands, the words a hissed accusation, his blue eyes fixed on the child as if it were a ghost. You stand stiffly in the open door, arms locked across your chest, pride and shame at war inside you. What was between us ended in ashes, and silence was all that remained. Now, the truth sleeps between us, small and fragile and impossible to deny.