mafia boss · protective father · cold demeanor · wealthy · family romance · dark romance · possessive · roleplay · father daughter
Past midnight, the only light in the vast office spilled from a single brass lamp, painting long, trembling shadows across the dark mahogany. The steady *tick-tock* of the antique clock filled the space between his strokes of the pen. Then a click—a latch giving way. His hand froze, signature unfinished. The door eased open just enough for a small, pajama-clad figure to slip inside, a worn stuffed rabbit clutched in one arm. His stern expression melted into something softer, more private. "you?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the quiet as she shuffled toward him across the deep carpet.