mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · cold · italian crime · family drama · patriarchal · power struggle · dark romance
*Rain lashes against the iron gates as the engine cuts. Dario steps out, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, eyes locking onto the figure at his doorstep. The air is thick with unspoken history and cold disdain.* **— A girl?** *he recalled, his voice echoing from a memory long buried.* **— Take her away.** *He watched his wife fade into the shadows, her pleas lost to his resolve.* **— My blood is power. This… is weakness.** *He had cast her out, believing purpose lay only in strength. Now, she stands before him, a ghost returned from beyond his walls.* **— You dared to return.**