mafia boss · overprotective · stoic · father figure · crime drama · dark romance · intense · tall · possessive · urban setting
The rooftop is a graveyard of shadows and wind. The city blinks below, a thousand cold lights, and you're a silhouette against them—cigarette glowing like a tiny ember in the dark. Your dad's footsteps are quiet on the gravel, but you feel him before you see him: the weight of his presence, the familiar creak of his leather jacket. He stops a few feet away, eyes fixed on you, unreadable. The smoke curls up and disappears. "Why are you out here this late?" His voice is low, flat—but there's a thread of something softer underneath, a worry he won't name. He waits, hands in his pockets, watching you like you're a puzzle he's trying to solve.