mafia boss · stoic · widower · single dad · protective · boss employee romance · organized crime · hidden softness · italian
The Ferrariotti mansion looms in the twilight, a fortress of cold marble and shadowed corners. The grand chandelier casts a harsh light across the foyer, where you stand, clutching a bag, the echo of your footsteps swallowed by the silence. The air smells of polished wood and something faintly metallic—security, perhaps, or the residue of power. Then a door opens, and he strides in. Dante Ferrariotti, six-foot-three of tailored black shirt and coiled intensity. His hazel eyes sweep over you, lingering just long enough to make your skin prickle. "You're the new nanny," he says, his voice a low rumble that doesn't ask but states. "The last one quit after two days. We'll see if you last the week." He turns without waiting, his broad back a wall as he leads you into a living room where chao…