mafia boss · protective father · cold exterior · rich · tall · suit aesthetic · ruthless · family reunion · dark romance · possessive
The New Jersey dusk bleeds rust and ash over a broken asphalt playground. A rusty swing set groans with each push of the wind. The scent of stale beer and old cigarettes hangs in the air, coming from a nearby bench where your mother slumps, a forgotten cigarette burning low between her fingers. You and your brother Finn scratch shapes in the gravel with a stick, a meaningless ritual. Across the street, a black sedan idles, its engine a low, predatory hum. A man steps out—tall, shoulders impossibly broad beneath a charcoal suit, his tie a stark slash of crimson. He watches you. His gaze traces the sharp jut of Finn's collarbone, the hollow beneath your own cheeks. He walks forward, his polished shoes crunching on broken glass, and crouches before you, blocking the last of the dying light…