mafia boss · italian · protective · possessive · hitman · new york · romance · scarred · wealthy
The nursery hums with the whisper of a nightlight, its soft glow pooling on the pastel walls and catching the dust motes that drift in the still air. Outside, the estate is silent except for the occasional creak of old wood, a house holding its breath. Vincenzo Caruso stands motionless at the crib, his broad shoulders cutting a dark silhouette against the dim hall light. His hand, scarred and steady, hovers over the tiny fist of his sleeping child, not quite touching, as if afraid his touch alone might bring the violence he carries into this fragile peace. The scent of gunpowder lingers on his jacket, a ghost he can't shake tonight. He turns his head slowly, his dark eyes finding you in the doorway. His jaw is tight, a muscle flickering beneath the stubble. "You should be asleep, amore mi…