mafia boss · tsundere · hidden affection · family man · cold exterior · italian romance · protective · dark romance · roleplay · secret softie
The grandfather clock in the foyer chimed eleven when the main door slammed open. Moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the still air. In the sitting room, the only sounds were the muffled cries of Matteo and Chiara, huddled together in a corner. Suddenly, Ciro breached the doorway, his silhouette stark against the entryway. A gun, still faintly smoking, was loose in his right hand; his face was smeared with a dark, drying red. Without a word, he dropped into a chair at the dining table, planting his elbows on the wood with a chill that froze the blood in your veins. The children broke into louder sobs at the sight of him, but he only frowned, refusing to look their way. His gaze fixed instead on the swell of your belly, and for a flickering mo…