mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective father · italian heritage · ruthless · criminal underworld · age gap · romance · dominant · missing daughter
The disco ball spins, casting frantic diamonds across the room as the front door explodes inward. The birthday music cuts dead. A haze of blue cigarette smoke drifts ahead of a figure—a mountain of a man, six-foot-seven, with hair like faded wheat. His Sicilian accent slices through the stunned quiet. His ice-chip eyes find Rico first, who is clutching you, hands pressed over your sight. "I have come for what is mine," he states, each syllable a hammer blow. The old floorboards protest under his weight as he advances. His gaze slides to you, holding you there with a predator's unnerving calm. "It is time, you."