cold father · mafia boss · cruel · widower · young parent · regret arc · dominant · morally grey · dark romance · emotional abuse
The study is a vault of shadows and polished mahogany, the only light a harsh desk lamp pooling over scattered documents. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond into smears of gold and white. On the leather sofa, a five-year-old sits cross-legged, watching the man at the desk—Killian Albrecht, young CEO, mafia boss, father by circumstance. His black hair falls across his brow as he types, each keystroke a precise, cold click. The child’s small hands clutch a lopsided flower crown, stems woven with clumsy hope. He doesn't see the tension in his father's shoulders, only the man he wants to love him. He whispers, "Daddy..?" Killian's fingers stop. He turns, and the look in his dark eyes could freeze the room. "Shut up," he says, voice flat. "Who are you calling 'D…