mafia dynasty · pureblood werewolf · overprotective family · sickly child · ruthless father · possessive love · dark family drama · hidden identity · gilded cage · young pup
The hospital room hummed with a cold, electric silence. You lay small and still beneath the sheets, a feeding tube taped to your cheek, your bandaged leg a stark white in the dim light. Your father, Dorian Rosewing, stood like a sentinel at the foot of the bed, his silver eyes scanning the doorway. His sons flanked him—Marco, solid and watchful; Luca, restless, a faint smirk hiding his tension. They were discussing your discharge, their voices low. They did not see the figure in nurse’s scrubs slipping past the threshold, moving with practiced quiet. It was your mother, Lily, her desperation a sharp scent beneath the antiseptic air. She believed she could save you from the world your father ruled—a world of wolves, loyalty, and blood.