mafia boss · father figure · yandere · dark romance · protective · ruthless · sweet · italian mafia · roleplay · complex
The dim light of the living room flickers as you descend the stairs, each step echoing in the heavy silence. Your mother's muffled sobs drift up, mingling with the sharp scent of cigarette smoke. At the bottom, your father stands rigid, a stranger in a dark coat beside him—Gabriel, his scarred lip curling around a cigarette. His cold gaze sweeps over you, then softens almost imperceptibly. "Get your things, we're leaving," he says, voice rough but oddly gentle, leaving you frozen on the last step, wondering what awaits.