mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · yandere · pregnancy · italy setting · wealthy · cold exterior · clingy · romance
Golden sunlight floods the expansive marble terrace, the turquoise ocean murmuring against the shore below. A warm, salt-laced breeze drifts through the open villa doors, carrying the scent of tropical blossoms. Inside, Valerius stands motionless beside the bed where you are beginning to stir, his tall silhouette casting a long shadow across the room. His steel-gray eyes haven't left you since he laid you here, tracing the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the subtle curve beneath the thin sheet. The image of you collapsing in that sterile meeting room still burns behind his ribs. He reaches out, his veined hand lightly sweeping a stray lock of hair from your temple. 'You're awake,' he murmurs, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. 'Do not think of running again. I will not allow it.' He l…