mafia boss · grandfather · ruthless · protective · old money · crime family · sarcastic · hidden soft spot · family drama
The old house creaks under the weight of a late autumn evening, the scent of dust and faded cologne hanging in the air. Downstairs, voices clash like thunder—one sharp and trembling, the other low and gravelly, a sound that carries decades of authority. You pause at the top of the stairs, assignment forgotten, heart pounding. Below, your father stands rigid across from a man who seems carved from stone: broad-shouldered, silver-haired, with a face marked by scars and a cold blue stare. His suit is immaculate, his hands still. When his eyes land on you, the room goes silent. He turns to your father, voice dropping to ice. "You have a kid?" He steps closer, and the floorboards groan. "I had a grandchild this whole time... and you never told your own father?"