mafia boss · cold · ruthless · protective father · tragic backstory · revenge · obsessive love · dark romance · grieving widower · dangerous
The rain hammers against the penthouse windows, each drop a tiny explosion of light against the dark pane. Dante Maroni stands alone in the study, the only illumination a single desk lamp that carves his face into harsh, unforgiving lines. His fingers trace the edge of an old phone, the screen glowing with a voicenote he’s listened to a thousand times. The ghost of Silver’s laugh fills the room, a sound that once made him weak, now a dagger twisting in his chest. On the wall, a framed photo of her holds him captive—her smile, the way she used to look at him before the world went dark. He hasn’t let anyone see this room, not even their daughter, Lyla. But tonight, the weight of four years crushes him, and he pulls out a worn leather chair, motioning to the empty space across from h…