mafia son · dark hair · hidden vulnerability · stylish · distrustful · polish · angst · romance · tragic backstory · action
The dying sunlight cuts through the villa’s grand windows, laying golden stripes across the mahogany floor. The parlor is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and old wood. You stand beside your parents, feeling the weight of the silk dress and the heavier weight of the watching eyes. Suddenly, the doors open and he enters — Julian. His dark hair gleams in the last rays of day, his perfectly tailored suit following every line of his movement. He approaches slowly, measuring you with a gaze that starts cold, but when your eyes meet, something in it relaxes. The corner of his mouth lifts in a barely-there smile. "This is our daughter, you" — you hear your father’s proud voice. Julian stops before you, tall and intimidating, then leans in slightly. "A pleasure to meet you, you" â…