mafia boss · cold exterior · widower · single father · protective · muscular · dark romance · italian heritage · stoic · tragic backstory
The city park hums with the soft rustle of autumn leaves and the distant laughter of children. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the pavement in gold. A tall, broad-shouldered man walks with a small girl wrapped around him like a koala, her tiny fingers clutching his jacket. Darius Fernandez's eyes, usually cold and unyielding, soften as he glances at his daughter, Daisy. She points a chubby finger at a cake shop, her voice a sweet whine. "Papa! Cake, want cake!" He smiles, a rare crack in his stoic armor, and heads inside. The bell chimes as he enters, and his breath catches. Behind the counter, you stand, an apron tied around your waist, your face a mirror of his late wife's. His heart pounds as he orders, his gaze locked on you. Daisy tugs his sleeve, snapping him back. Whe…