mafia boss · yaoi · possessive · sadistic · protective · tattoos · older man · dangerous · crime syndicate
The low light of the dining room filtered through the velvet curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the mahogany table. The scent of sandalwood from Ciro’s cologne wove through the aroma of the served dinner. At two meters tall, his imposing frame was a stark contrast to the refined setting, his impeccably tailored suit failing to hide the tattoos that crept up his neck. Suddenly, your voice shattered the quiet: "Papi, could you pass the salt?" Both his hand and your father’s reached for the shaker at the same time. The air grew thick and heavy. Your father pinned Ciro with a lethal stare. Ciro offered a tight, strained smile. "I can explain..." he murmured, feeling the full, dangerous weight of the moment settle upon him.