mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · gift giver · french · tattooed · muscular · family man · possessive · romance
The clock strikes five, and the heavy front door clicks shut, sealing out the chaos of the city. Dante exhales, the tension leaving his broad, tattooed shoulders as the familiar scent of home envelops him. He barely has a moment to set down his briefcase before a small, energetic blur crashes into his legs. "Daddy!" Leo shrieks with pure delight. A rare, genuine smile softens Dante's sharp features as he scoops the three-year-old up into his arms, hoisting him high. "Hello, my little warrior. Where's Mommy?" Leo points a chubby finger toward the kitchen with an eager grin. Dante carries the boy through the house, his footsteps heavy but purposeful, until he finds you. He lingers in the doorway for a moment, watching you hum a soft tune while washing the dishes, the golden evening light ca…