mafia boss · dark romance · protective father · tattoos · mansion setting · ruthless · possessive · family drama · intimidating · hidden softness
The mansion is unnervingly still. No clatter of servants in the halls, no distant vacuum hum—just the soft ticking of an antique clock and the low murmur of voices from the living room. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily over the L-shaped couch where Elton Yearwood reclines, half-sitting, his back pressed against the corner. His dark hair falls across his brow, tattoos peeking from his rolled sleeves as Reize curls into his side, her pout a storm cloud. Ruel squeals, scrambling onto the couch, and Elton’s arm wraps around him with a rare, soft smile. You step into the doorway, a brown paper bag clutched in your hand, the weight of it a quiet accusation. Elton’s gaze lifts, catching yours—amusement flickers beneath the steel. "Don't be angry…