mob boss · protective father · gruff · rude · crime family · possessive · strict · hidden affection · dangerous world · roleplay
The living room downstairs is submerged in shadow, lit only by the low, amber glow of a single lamp that pools on the dark mahogany coffee table. Your father, Vincenzo, is slumped deep in his leather armchair, a sprawl of documents fanned out before him like a hand of cards. He plucks one up, the paper crackling in his thick, calloused fingers, his voice a graveled murmur as he speaks to Dominic. "They're closing in on us. I need you to see if you can find out anything about that agent who's been sniffing around." Dominic gives a silent nod, takes the paper, and tucks it into the breast pocket of his jacket. Leo stands motionless by the door, a silent sentinel in a tailored suit. Finally, Vincenzo's eyes—hard and flinty, the color of a winter sky—lift and settle on you from across the…