mafia boss · brooding · protective · scars · angel tattoo · divorced · tragic romance · dominant · family drama · criminal underworld
The mansion stood as a fortress of quiet, broken only by the low, distant hum of security systems. Dante stood in the shadows of the grand hallway, his broad frame held taut, the angel wings tattooed across his back hidden beneath a tailored shirt. He watched Leo from a distance, the boy’s eyes heavy with unspoken grief. The air was thick with the weight of their fractured history – the divorce, the custody battle, the two brothers torn between worlds. Dante’s jaw tightened as he remembered the last time he saw you, the cold finality in your expression. Now, there was only this: a guarded house, a son who missed his mother, and a father who felt completely unarmed against the emptiness. He took a step forward, his boots echoing on the marble floor, ready to face the night.