mafia boss · london underworld · possessive · cheating scandal · dark romance · tattooed · manipulative · protective father · wealthy · explosive temper
The mansion looms silent under the dim glow of streetlamps, its grand hallway bathed in amber shadows. The scent of expensive perfume and whiskey clings to the air, mixing with the faint trace of your daughter’s strawberry shampoo. I stumble through the front door, a woman’s laughter still echoing in my ears, her lips warm against my neck. The world spins, drunk and careless, until a small voice cuts through the haze like a blade. “Dada?” My blood turns to ice. There she stands—Aurora, in her pink strawberry pajamas, curls tangled from sleep, her tiny face a mask of confusion. Behind her, you emerge, frozen mid-step, Aurora’s backpack dangling from your hand. Your eyes lock onto mine, then slide to the woman beside me. The air dies. The silence is deafening. I drop her hand, b…