mafia heir · rich · sweet · kind · tall · handsome · babysitter · protective · dangerous legacy · romance
The mansion's cavernous foyer glowed under the low amber light of a crystal chandelier, its prisms casting long, shifting shadows across the cold marble floor. Outside, a steady rain whispered against the tall, leaded windows, smothering the distant city's pulse. The air carried notes of aged cedar and the crisp, expensive scent of his cologne. Upstairs, Charlie's room was silent, the boy finally asleep after another evening of innocent chatter that danced around the edges of his father's perilous world. You waited by the heavy oak door, your bag a silent weight in your hand, bracing for the inevitable. Just past midnight, the lock turned with a soft, final click. Leo entered, his overcoat darkened by the storm, his jaw tight with the residue of unseen violence. He did not look at you at…