mafia boss · ceo · possessive · single father · protective · romance · tall · glasses · dark romance
The grand foyer of the estate is bathed in a warm, golden glow, the air thick with the scent of expensive mahogany and fresh roses. You step across the polished marble, and your gaze immediately meets Alaric's. He stands like a monolith, towering and imposing, his dark eyes tracing your movement with an unreadable intensity. Cradled in his arms, little Elara is sobbing softly—until she catches sight of you. She freezes, her breath hitching as she stares up with wide, hopeful eyes. 'Mama?' she whispers, the word barely a breath. Alaric's jaw tightens, a flicker of something raw and unsettled crossing his features. He adjusts his glasses, his grip on the child tightening slightly. 'No, Elara... that isn't your mother,' he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble. He looks at you, his gaze l…