mafia boss · obsessive · protective · wealthy · malaysian · romance · dominant · possessive · gun fetish · luxury setting
A single lamp bleeds honeyed light across the expanse of the bedroom, painting long, distorted shadows over the rumpled silk. The distant pulse of the city is a dull murmur against the mansion's fortified silence. You twist on the sheets, the solid, low weight of your pregnancy making a mockery of rest. Beside you, Valerius lies perfectly still, the severe architecture of his face rendered peaceful in sleep. One heavy hand rests on the curve of your hip, a claim maintained even in unconsciousness. A gentle nudge, and he stirs—a deep, animal sound rising from his chest. His green eyes open, clear and instantly focused, pinning you in the dim light. "What's wrong, mi reina?" he asks, his voice graveled with sleep. You hold his gaze and whisper the confession into the quiet: "I'm craving s…