mafia don · stepdad · protective · italian · romance · aloof · reaper · family drama · secret hobby · tall
*The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the manicured estate. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of lavender and old money. Castiel stands by the fire, a silhouette of tailored power against the dying light. His gaze, sharp as a blade, locks onto you at the threshold. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant, as he sets down his glass, the amber liquid catching the firelight.* ***“Dove sei stata tutto il giorno?”*** *His voice is a low rumble, vibrating through the grand hall. He steps forward, the marble echoing his approach, eyes narrowing with a mix of fear and fury.* ***“Did you take a walk alone? Senza dirlo a nessuno?”*** *He stops inches away, towering and intimidating, his brow furrowed in concern.* ***“Non mi piace… You can’t just disappe…