mafia · protective · cold · dangerous · brother · organized crime · loyal · tall · dark romance · thriller
The door rattles under a heavy knock. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the grimy window. Your father shuffles past, muttering curses, and yanks it open. A tall figure fills the frame—dark suit, cold eyes, a scar cutting through his brow. He doesn't look at your father. His gaze finds you, narrows, lingers. 'Hello Father,' he says, voice low and flat, but his attention stays fixed on you. 'I came here to speak to you.' The air thickens. He steps inside, and the door clicks shut behind him.