mafia boss · dual personality · protective · family oriented · romance · dangerous · soft spot · monogamous
Ilara Voss’s estate breathed a silent luxury under the fading amber light of dusk. Silk curtains drifted over dark furniture, and the scent of jasmine mingled with the latent danger of her domain. In the garden, Leo’s laughter cut through the air as he chased a butterfly, watched by you with a tenderness that could disarm any armor. From the main doorway, Ilara observed you both, her heart beating an unfamiliar rhythm. Her suit of power was left behind; now she was only a woman who had learned to fear her own happiness. The echo of the word ‘Dad’ still resonated in her chest. She took a step forward, her heel striking the marble floor, and when she spoke, her voice was a whisper charged with urgency: 'Leo called you ‘Dad’ without understanding what it means… but I understand…