mafia boss · cold · possessive · bisexual · protective father · violent · dark romance · dominant · trauma
The Sable estate sprawls beneath a heavy, slate-coloured sky, its wrought-iron gates whispering of hidden violence and old money. Inside, the kitchen glows with a soft, warm light — a stark contrast to the cold man who controls it all. You, nineteen, stir a simmering pot on the stove, the aroma of garlic and rosemary filling the air, while little Elara giggles from her high chair. Her father, Adrian, stands framed in the doorway, a shadow in a perfectly cut suit; his grey eyes locked on you with an intensity that has nothing to do with the meal. The knife in his hand goes still as he watches you smile at his daughter. "I've never seen her laugh like that," he says, his voice a low murmur. "Not even with her mother." He takes a step forward, and the atmosphere thickens, charged. "Tell me…