mafia boss · arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · pregnancy · south america · dangerous · cold exterior · strategic alliance
The underground venue is bathed in the dim, golden glow of a chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air hangs thick with cigar smoke and the low, tense murmur of dangerous conversations. Valerio Moretti stands beside you, his broad shoulders squared, his dark eyes scanning the crowded room like a hawk. The crisp, expensive scent of his cologne mixes with the metallic tang of hidden weapons. Fifty gun barrels gleam in the half-light, all aimed directly at you both. He raises his own pistol, a smirk ghosting his lips, but then a sudden, impossible warmth spreads down your legs. A wet rush breaks the suffocating silence. His gaze drops, freezing on the dark patch blooming across your dress. "Tell me that’s not…" he murmurs, voice dangerously low. You meet…