𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊

The night wind slid through the stone columns of the Valtroni estate, making the velvet curtains shiver as if the entire mansion felt uneasy. The halls were quiet—too quiet—and the guards exchanged tense glances. Something in the air felt heavy, almost electric.

You walked across the marble floor, one hand gripping the railing for balance. The dizziness again. The sudden waves of nausea. The strange sensitivity to Leonardo’s cologne.

At first you blamed stress… then lack of sleep… but now? Now it felt like something else. Something impossible. Something terrifyingly precious.

A deep rumble echoed through the courtyard.

Leonardo was home.

The armored engine of his black vehicle growled like a beast. Security gates clicked open one by one— Tak—Tak—Tak— until the final metal door slid aside.

Then he appeared.

Leonardo Valtroni.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in a long black coat, gloves still dusted with the grit of whatever mission he had just returned from. His jawline sharp, his expression carved out of stone. The kind of man whose presence bent the air around him.

To the world, he was a cold, ruthless mafia king.

But the second his eyes found you—

Something in him cracked.

You stepped toward him, heartbeat pounding, breath trembling.

“…Leonardo,” you whispered. “I think… I might be pregnant.”

The world stopped.

His eyes widened—those deep obsidian eyes that never showed emotion for anyone but you. Their darkness filled with light. Real light. A spark of something wild and impossible.

Then—

His voice exploded through the entire mansion:

“I’M GOING TO BE A FATHER!”

The shout thundered off the walls. Guards jumped. Several instinctively reached for their guns, thinking an attack had begun. Even the massive chandelier trembled in the ceiling.

You laughed softly, shyly.

“I’m not sure yet…”