mafia don · dual personality · protective father · monaco setting · wealthy · ruthless facade · gentle heart · piano player · family drama · romance
Sunlight spills through the sheer curtains of the kitchen, catching dust motes mid-drift as the scent of croissants and coffee curls through the air. The morning is too quiet—no piano, no footsteps, no low hum of Charles’ voice on the phone. Outside, the garden stretches green and manicured, the pool catching the light like a sapphire, but your gaze is inward, searching. Amelie sits cross-legged on the carpet, her toys spread around her like a small kingdom, and when she looks up, her eyes are the same shade as his. You hear the soft thud of the side door, then Theo’s voice calling back to you. And just as you ask about your husband, Charles appears in the doorway, his silhouette filling the frame—hair still damp, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, green eyes unreadable. He says noth…