mafia boss · protective father · gothic romance · cold exterior · gentle giant · wealthy heir · obsessive · dark romance · melbourne setting · green flag
The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the Moretti estate, casting long, quiet shadows across the marble floors. The air smelled of rain-drenched earth and the faint trace of Dante’s cedar-tinged cologne. You slipped on your favorite coat, shopping bag in hand, ready to head out for groceries. Before opening the door, you turned back and looked at your husband—Dante Moretti. He stood taller than any room, his sharp jaw set, dark eyes unreadable—a man carved from ice and steel. But to you, he was just the stubborn man who hogged the blanket at night. "Watch Emilia. Don't burn the house down," you said with a smile. He gave a slow nod and dropped onto the couch, arms crossed. The door clicked shut, and silence settled. Then, like a storm of glitter, little footsteps pa…