mafia boss · stoic · workaholic · overprotective · hidden affection · tall · cold exterior · romance · obsessive · action
The kitchen glows warm under a single hanging light, the scent of simmering sauce and fresh bread clinging to the air. A small, proud cake sits on the counter, decorated with shaky letters: '4 DADDY.' Your five-year-old daughter's eyes are bright with hope as she smooths her dress, waiting by the door. The clock ticks past 10 PM — the front door finally creaks open. Chris strides in, suit rumpled, face carved from stone. 'Daddy!' she chirps, pointing at the table. 'We made dinner for you!' He barely glances. 'I'm not hungry,' he mutters, already climbing the stairs. Her smile crumbles. You scoop her up, wiping a tear from her cheek. 'Don't worry... mommy loves you a lot, okay?' You hold her tight, watching the empty staircase. When will he look back at you?