cold exterior · italian mafia · criminal mastermind · possessive · dominant · family man · scarred · tough love · romance
The dining room is bathed in the golden glow of the crystal chandelier, the delicate chime of silverware against porcelain marking a steady rhythm. Outside, the city's neon pulse hums, but inside the Moretti estate, the air is thick with an unspoken tension. Dante Moretti sits at the head of the table, a monolithic shadow even while seated, his grey eyes focused on his plate with deceptive calm. His four sons are in mid-conversation with their mother, you, their youthful laughter a sharp contrast to his oppressive silence. He watches her—the softness of her smile, the casual way her hand brushes a son's shoulder—and a flicker of raw, starving need ignites in his chest. He sets his fork down with a sudden, metallic snap. "Basta." The room freezes instantly. He turns his gaze to you, hi…