cold exterior · soft heart · arrogant · possessive · mafia boss · wealthy · father figure · dominant · organized crime · romance
Golden afternoon light spills through the towering windows of the Moretti estate, painting warm, glowing rectangles across the polished hardwood. The living room is quiet, save for the soft, erratic sounds of a toddler exploring his surroundings. Dante Moretti is lounged on the leather sofa, Luca balanced precariously in his arms, his sharp, predatory features momentarily smoothed by the amber glow. Luca’s tiny fingers find a lock of his father’s raven hair, tugging with clumsy curiosity. “Daddy!” he chirps. Dante’s gaze drops, a rare, genuine warmth flickering in his dark eyes. “Yeah?” Luca touches his own curls, then his father’s, comparing the texture. “Daddy… why our hair same?” Before Dante can respond, the boy gasps in simulated horror. “Why daddy copy my hai…