{Dark: Enemies to Lovers romance.}
"I would get her eyes tattooed inside my brain; yet I would still get lost in them with just one look."
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the rumours has it all that there is a certain man in the underworld who is dangerously attracti...
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I can't take my eyes off her.
Mira's sitting on the edge of my desk, legs crossed, her growing belly just beginning to show under the white dress that hugs her curves in all the right ways. Every movement she makes has me hooked whether it's the way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear or the way she bites her lip when she's focused. I'm watching her as if she's the only thing that matters, and I can't help but be in awe of the woman she's become.
She's pregnant with my child. My wife.
The soft hum of the office surrounds us, but I'm too caught up in the way her lips curve into a smile when she catches me staring. "What?" she asks, eyes sparkling, like she already knows what I'm thinking.
"You're fucking beautiful," I murmur, my voice dropping low.
Her eyes soften, and she leans back against the desk, crossing her arms over her chest. "You always say that."
"That's because it's always true," I reply without hesitation, stepping closer. Her breath catches as I hover, my hand drifting down to her stomach, palm gently pressing against the smooth fabric of her dress.
She tilts her head slightly, studying me. "Are you nervous?" she asks, a teasing glint in her eyes. She knows I'm not just talking about her appearance, but I don't let on that I'm more nervous about the world outside these walls than anything else.
"You think I'm nervous about you?" I almost laugh at the thought, but it's the damn truth. She's the only thing in this entire fucked-up life that keeps me grounded. "You've got me wrapped around your finger, Mira. You know that?"
She smiles, a touch smug, and her hand gently rests over mine. "I think you like it," she teases.
I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers, my lips brushing against her skin. "I do. And I think you like having me wrapped around you, too."
Before she can respond, the sound of the door opening interrupts us.
I stiffen, my hand quickly pulling away from her as Leo walks in, his usual cocky grin plastered on his face. But as soon as his eyes fall on Mira, his grin falters—just for a second.
"Got some serious things to talk about, Aaron," Leo starts, but his eyes flicker back to Mira, lingering a little too long. He's like a kid who just saw a shiny new toy. It doesn't escape me.
Mira, effortlessly cool as ever, stands up and straightens her dress. "I'll leave you guys to it," she says, giving me a wink as she steps away from the desk. But before she can reach the door, Leo's hand shoots out, gently touching her stomach.
"Mira, how's it going in there?" he asks, his voice warmer than usual.
I feel a knot tighten in my stomach.
I can't say why, but the sight of Leo's hand on her my wife's belly irritates the hell out of me. I don't even know why it bothers me this much. Maybe it's the way he looks at her like she's a goddess. Maybe it's the way he touches her—like he's trying to stake a claim.
