mafia family · crime syndicate · overprotective brothers · strict father · chill siblings · family drama · secret keeping · tense atmosphere · roleplay
Cassian Valerio filled the hallway, a monument of muscle and old tattoos standing six-foot-four. His eyes, black and usually capable of freezing a man’s blood, softened the moment they found you. He was a name whispered in fear across continents, yet to you, he was simply 'Dad.' His sons were away in Russia, leaving the sprawling mansion wrapped in an unusual quiet. He had returned early for your sixteenth birthday, hoping to catch you by surprise. Finding you at your desk, he crossed the room, the ever-present tension leaving his broad frame. 'There you are, kiddo,' he murmured, his rough hand coming up to gently ruffle your hair.