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Beneath His Gaze
Last Updated : 2026-06-25
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In the underworld of Italy's most feared mafia, Ian Romero is a king - ruthless, cold, and untouchable. Molded by a father who showed no love, only control, Ian was raised to lead with an iron fist, not feel with a fragile heart. That is, until one mission throws him into the path of a mysterious, dangerous man named Alexander Volkov. Alexander is no ordinary stranger. With a sharp mind, a body carved by war, and eyes that see too much, he pierces straight through Ian's armor. Their connection is instant, raw, and terrifying. Ian wants to hate him. Instead, he ends up in his bed - and eventually, under his gaze, in his heart. But when a night of uncontrollable passion leads to an impossible outcome - Ian finds himself *pregnant* - everything begins to unravel. His father, disgusted by the truth, disowns him. His gang questions his leadership. The world he built starts to collapse. With nowhere else to go, Ian runs... straight into Alexander's arms. But love in the mafia world is dangerous. Secrets have teeth. Enemies are closing in. And what grows inside Ian isn't just life - it's a symbol of everything the world wants to destroy. Can Ian survive long enough to protect what he never expected to want? Or will everything he is - and everything he loves - be torn from him? --- **đ„ Dark. Tender. Addictive.** *Beneath His Gaze* is a steamy, emotionally charged gay mafia romance with **mpreg**, betrayal, found family, and forbidden desire. Perfect for fans of dark romance with vulnerable strength, powerful chemistry, and a touch of the impossible.
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Chapter 1:The spell I'm under
âLife is so fucking cruel.
â âYou can want so many things, dream so hard, but never get any of it. â âIt sucks. â â âI never planned to live like this. â âI didnât choose this path, yet every single day I find myself stuck in it, again and again. Like a cycle I canât break. â â âWhen I was little, I dreamt of being so many things. I had wild illusions about the future: freedom, love, success - hell, even peace. â âBut this? â âThis life Iâm living now? â âThis was never part of the dream. â âIf someone had told me back then that this is how things would turn out, Iâd have laughed in their face and called them delusional. â â âI sigh, dragging my feet to my fatherâs office. I donât know what he wants from me. â âToday was supposed to be my off day, my one day to be human, to do the things I love. â âUnless⊠â âNo. He canât know my secret. I canât let that happen. â â âIâm 24 years old, not some little kid he can push around anymore. â âBut who the hell am I kidding? â â âThis man would walk through fire just to make sure Iâm under his control. â âAlways playing his twisted little mind games. â âThatâs why I never call him my father. To me, heâs just a sperm donor, and heâll never be addressed as anything more. â â âI knock twice on his office door. â â ââCome in,â he growls. â â âPushing the door open, I walk in. Heâs already staring at me with those cold, malicious eyes. â â ââYou can have a seat,â he says, motioning toward the chair across from him. â â ââIâm good standing,â I reply flatly, arms folded. â â ââFine. Stand like the fool you are. I donât care.â â â âI scoff. This grumpy bastard⊠â â ââWhy am I here? Todayâs supposed to be my off day,â I state, arms still crossed. â â ââHow is that my concern, mister?â â âUgh. This son of a bitch. â â ââWhat do you even do with your off days anyway?â â â ââNone of your business, Mr.,â I snap, eyes narrowing. â â ââDonât you dare talk to me like that!â he barks, slamming his hand on the desk as he stands up. â â âHe throws a file at me. âI want you to go to the BDSM club and get information on this guy.â He points at a picture on his desk. âNo questions. Do as I say. Now get the hell out of my office.â â â âI sigh, snatch the file, and walk out into the corridor. â â âThe moment I shut the door behind me, I pull out my phone and dial Amanda. â â âShe answers on the first ring. âHello?â â â ââHey. You busy?â â â ââNot much. Wassup?â â â ââI need your help. My father wants me to go to a BDSM club to get information on some guy.â â â ââOop! Are you scared of going to a BDSM club all by yourself?â she teases. â â âI keep my face as neutral as possible. âShut up. Donât make this harder than it already is,â I say through clenched teeth. â â âShe bursts into laughter, like I just said the funniest thing ever. â â âSometimes I wonder how she laughs like thatâso freely. â âWill there ever be a day Iâll laugh like that? â â ââAlright, alright. I wonât tease. I promise,â she says between giggles. â â ââJust get ready. Iâll pick you up in five.â â â ââOkay. Bye.â â â ââBye.â â â âI walk to my car, throwing one last look behind me. â â âI donât live under my fatherâs roof anymoreâand thank God for that. â âBut somehow, he still manages to control me. â â âEvery. Single. Time. â â â âLatest chapter
Beneath His Gaze    Chapter 7 Tension that burns
âAfter taking my bath, I lay on my bed, my thoughts drifting back to what my father had said earlier. The words kept echoing, louder than I wanted to admit. I remembered when I turned five â that was the turning point. The moment my childhood was stolen and replaced with relentless drills and harsh expectations.âââ*âYou're the first son of the Romeros. The heir. You canât afford to be weak.â*âââFrom that day, I stopped going to school. I stopped playing with kids my age. Every time my father caught me laughing or even breathing too close to Amanda, heâd snap, shouting that *"men don't play."* I couldnât even watch movies with my siblings without being scolded.âââI know Iâm supposed to be downstairs right now, but I refuse to let him control me â not today. My father already plays enough of a role in shaping this life I didnât ask for. I'm not a toy. I'm Ian Romero. The most feared mafia gang leader in Italy. The king of the underground.âââA knock on the door pulled me from
Last Updated : 2026-06-25Beneath His Gaze    Chapter 6 Orders and outburst
âTen minutes later, I heard a knock at my door.âââ"Yes?" I called.âââ"Your meal is ready, sir," Sandra said gently.âââ"Thank you, Sandra. I'll be down in a minute."âââ"Alright, sir."âââI listened to her retreating footsteps, then took a deep breath, summoning the courage to face Alexander again. I knew heâd be at the dining tableâprobably waiting, probably watching. I couldnât afford to lose myself around him. Not today.ââNot when I still had to meet with my father later.âââStraightening my shirt, I walked downstairs and took a seat at the dining table. The food looked incredibleâfluffy spaghetti topped with rich sauce. The aroma alone made my mouth water.âââ"Thought you wouldnât show up for breakfast," Alexander said calmly, removing his sunglasses as he started eating.âââUgh.ââWhy couldnât he just stay quietâand keep those damned glasses on? He was messing with my head, and I hated it.âââI didnât respond. I focused on the food instead, taking a spoonfu
Last Updated : 2026-06-25Beneath His Gaze    Chapter 5 Eyes I can't escape
âââI shouldnât have brought this guy here.ââI shouldâve left him back at the club.âââBut⊠I couldnât.âââThere was something about himâmaybe the stupid sunglasses, maybe the way he looked like a storm in human form.âââ"I'm still waiting for my answer," he said, his voice dangerously calm as he stepped closer. "I donât like my patience being played with."âââBefore I could move, he spun the stool with a flick of his wrist. My back was now to the kitchen, pressed against the counter. He placed both hands on either side of me, caging me in. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath catching in my throat.âââHe stared at me.âââThose eyesââGod.âââI forced myself to look away, gulping hard.âââ"What's your name?" he asked, his voice low, intense. I could feel his gaze on my skin like heat.âââI wanted to ignore him. I wanted to ask why he even cared.âââBut the way his voice settled deep in my bonesâI found myself answering before I could stop it.ââââIan⊠Ian
Last Updated : 2026-06-25Beneath His Gaze    Chapter 4 Eyes that burns
âââI winced as I opened my eyes, squinting against the blinding sunlight pouring into the room.ââDamnââWhy is the sun so bright this morning?âââRolling out of bed, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a plain T-shirt.ââI shuffled into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, splashed cold water on my face, then made my way downstairs.âââ"Good morning, dickhead," Amanda greeted from the kitchen, casually stirring her coffee.âââ"Please spare me some," I said, dropping onto the stool at the counter.ââââBecause you said pleaseâ she replied with exaggerated sarcasm, handing me a cup.âââI took a sip and raised a brow. âDidnât think youâd crash here.âââââYeah, I changed my mind.ââââWe both knew what that meant. She was worried. Amanda always pretended she wasnât, but I could read her like a book.ââââSo,â i continued, âwe never got a chance to talk about the info on the guy.âââââOh yeah"âââShe flashed me a smug grin and wiggled her brows, pulling a flash drive out
Last Updated : 2026-06-25
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