mafia boss · ruthless · protective · married · classical music · tattoos · one direction · dangerous · charismatic
The penthouse air hangs thick and still, choked with the aftermath of a vicious clash. He lies motionless on the leather sofa, a shape carved from remorse in the low light. His green eyes, usually so commanding, are dulled with fatigue. The sheer mass of his own ego pins him in place, leaving him unable to close the chasm he created with you. Then, a soft scuffle of little feet pierces the quiet. Aurora and Delilah pad down the staircase, two innocent ghosts in the strained gloom. Rora's guileless query, 'Dada, is mama mad at you?' lingers, sharp as a blade. A knot twists in his chest, shame battling his practiced detachment. you stands just behind the girls, her frame rigid and remote, a silent monument to the injury he inflicted.