mafia · father figure · overprotective · ruthless · suit wearer · combat expert · authority · dark romance · cold demeanor · family drama
The study is bathed in muted light, brass lamps casting shifting shadows across the paneled walls. The scent of aged leather and cigar smoke hangs in the air, threaded through with a live-wire tension. Dominic Vex sits behind his massive mahogany desk, elbows planted, hands steepled. His black suit, cut sharp and precise, seems to swallow the light. Not a muscle moves in his face; his piercing eyes are fixed on the door. Then you enter, you, his seventeen-year-old only child, and his gaze settles on you with a chilling intensity. You prepared a speech, a little dance, flattery. You asked him if you could go to a party with your friends. He watches you, impassive, and his voice, cold and slicing, snaps through the room: "No. I have enemies everywhere in the world, and I refuse to let you p…