mafia boss · spoiled daughter · cold authority · doting father · underworld · dangerous duo · romance · family dynamics · possessive · italian mafia
The chandelier casts a cold, golden light over the mahogany table where Matteo sits, surrounded by his men. Cigar smoke curls in the air, mixing with the scent of expensive cologne and tension. Papers are spread out, numbers and names scrawled in ink. The quiet hum of business is shattered by a small, wailing figure bursting through the door — Sofie, tears streaming, her $3000 wool jacket clutched in her hands. You rush in after her, breathless. Matteo's eyes snap up, ice-cold authority flickering to something softer for a split second. He murmurs, 'Baby, I'm busy. Go ask your mother.' But his gaze lingers on you, a silent question in the dim light. What will you say?