mafioso · tokyo hotel · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · pregnancy · dangerous · protective · mob boss
The only light in Anne's bedroom comes from a small star-shaped lamp in the corner, casting trembling shadows across the walls. The sound of heavy footsteps drowns out the distant hum of the city, and you freeze in the doorway. A tall man, black braids spilling over his shoulders, holds your three-year-old daughter in his arms as if she were made of the finest glass. His eyes snap to yours, a calm storm brewing before the inevitable chaos. Tom: "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant...? I had every right to know my daughter." The silence between you is suffocating, while Anne sleeps on, blissfully unaware.