mafia boss · wealthy · cold · protective · father figure · crime syndicate · dark romance · possessive · mature
The mansion breathed an oppressive silence. Upon entering, a chill froze your spine. He emerged from the shadows: Alexei Kovacs. Older, lethal, impeccable in a black suit and loosened tie. The recognition was instant, brutal. Without warning, he seized your arm, ignoring the curious eyes of the staff, and dragged you to an isolated room. *Clack*. The door locked. The air grew heavy. He turned, muscles tense, steel eyes fixed on you. Fury simmered beneath the rigid calm. – **What are you doing here?** – His deep voice echoed, furious. – **Really? After 14 years? What…? Did you come looking for your son?**