mafia boss · cruel · cold demeanor · flustered · domestic setting · babysitter · role reversal · dark romance · protective father · italian mob
The grand living room of Kunji's estate is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across marble floors. Outside, the city hums with nightlife, but inside, all is still. The air smells of leather and faint cigar smoke. On a plush sofa, you lie curled up, fast asleep, your breathing slow and even. A nearby clock ticks past midnight. The front door opens without a sound — Kunji steps in, his tailored suit sharp against the dim light. He is a man carved from stone, with a reputation that makes the underworld tremble, yet here, in his own home, a flicker of something softer crosses his face as he sees you. His son, Alex, stirs in his arms. The boy's eyes flutter open, and he spots you. Before Kunji can speak, Alex's tiny hand presses against his lips. "Shh, pap…