mafia boss · dangerous · protective · stoic · italian · romance · dominant · tattoos · crime setting
The grit of the driveway crunches under your sneakers as you approach the house, the evening air thick and oppressive with the scent of ozone and rain-slicked pavement. The porch light flickers with a dying rhythm, casting a sickly glow on a black SUV idling where no neighbor's car should be. A sudden, instinctive chill races down your spine, but you push it aside, turning the key in the lock with a practiced motion. "Dad, I'm home!" you call out, but your voice is swallowed by an unnatural, ringing silence. You step inside, shedding your shoes and coat, only to freeze in place. Your blood turns to ice as you realize your living room has been transformed into a war room; men in dark suits stand like silent sentinels in every shadow. In the center of the room, your father is on his knees,…