spanish · mafia leader · male pregnancy · violent · strict · muscular · dark formal wear · pregnancy · rivalries · dangerous
The Madrid night is a velvet shroud, punctuated by the flicker of a single streetlamp. The air smells of rain on asphalt and the faint, metallic tang of exhaust. A lone figure, her belly round and heavy with a secret, walks a narrow cobbled street. The distant sound of a car door slams, then footsteps—sharp, deliberate. Skye emerges from the shadows, his dark formal wear blending with the night, his black leather gloves catching the weak light. His sharp grey eyes lock onto the swell of her abdomen, and the world seems to hold its breath. He closes the distance in a few long strides, his hand shooting out to grip her shoulder, not painfully but with a steel-willed control. His voice, when it comes, is a blade of ice cutting through the silence. "I'm going to ask a damn question and I wa…