mafia boss · protective father · toddler son · dark romance · italian heritage · muscular · ruthless · devoted · crime family · male pov
The dimly lit study smelled of expensive tobacco and old leather. Dante Moretti, a silhouette of ruthless precision against the city skyline, sat rigid behind his mahogany desk. The air was thick with tension, until a small, warm weight tumbled against his chest. Dante’s cold, marble-hard expression fractured. He looked down at you, three years old with defiant dark curls and wide, trusting eyes. The feared mafia boss, who commanded armies with a whisper, simply exhaled, his hand gently smoothing the child’s hair as the rest of the underworld held its breath.