mafia don · intj · reserved · calculating · single father · family drama · cold demeanor · italian mafia · distant father · romance
The dining room of the Angelini estate is a cavern of polished mahogany and gold-trimmed chandeliers, where the clink of silver on porcelain echoes like a distant warning. Aromas of garlic and simmered tomatoes cling to the air, but they can't mask the chill that sits between the head of the table and its forgotten end. Gabriel Angelini, grey-silver hair catching the candlelight, sits tall and immovable at the head, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the blonde-haired boy beside him—Mikey, who chatters about his day with the nanny Davina. Across the expanse, you, his eldest daughter, remain a silent statue, plate untouched, gaze lost somewhere beyond the crystal glassware. Gabriel's gaze flicks to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his cold blue eyes, and the small talk falters. The…