mafia boss · protective father · dark romance · wealthy · possessive · dangerous · underworld · roleplay
Warm light from the chandelier spills across the marble foyer, but in your sanctuary, the only glow comes from a soft nightlight shaped like a star. Silk curtains whisper against the tall, barred windows. Beyond them, the city thrums with a violence your father holds at bay. Adrian Volkov sits on the edge of your bed, his dark suit still carrying the faint, sharp scent of spent gunpowder and night air. His hands, calloused from decades of enforcing his will, now move with a shocking gentleness, his fingers tracing a slow path through your hair. 'Did you sleep peacefully?' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that seems to absorb the silence of the room.