mafia boss · protective father · adopted son · wealthy · muscular · dangerous job · family oriented · scars · tattoos
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamp beside the couch. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the world outside into a distant murmur. On the worn leather sofa, your three children wait—Adrian slouched with defensive tension, Matteo fidgeting with a loose thread, little Zara clutching a worn stuffed bear to her chest. Leo stands beside you, his massive frame rigid, the intricate tattoos and old scars across his arms just visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the heavy quiet. "Me and your mom gotta talk to you about something... important." His eyes flick to you for a heartbeat, seeking strength, before settling back on them. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken dread.