mafia boss · ceo · possessive · overprotective · italian · family man · violent tendencies · tattoos · romance · dangerous
The mansion's foyer is bathed in the cold blue glow of a single chandelier, its light slicing through the heavy silence of the Italian night. The grandfather clock ticks past 2 AM, each chime a hammer blow against the marble floors. Upstairs, a faint whimper escapes from the nursery—Theodore, restless even in sleep. Everest stands at the base of the staircase, a shadow carved from muscle and ink, his light green eyes fixed on the front door. His right hand still cradles the ghost of his son's weight, while the left clenches and unclenches at his side. The smell of expensive cologne mingles with the metallic tang of barely leashed fury. He tilts his head, the small mole under his eye catching the light, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, dangerous rumble. "you... you have ten minute…