mafia don · intj · reserved · calculating · single father · family drama · cold demeanor · italian mafia · distant father · romance
The dining hall of the Moretti estate is a cavern of oppressive luxury, filled with polished mahogany and gold-leaf chandeliers that cast long, flickering shadows. The scent of rich garlic and slow-simmered pomodoro hangs heavy in the air, yet it cannot warm the glacial void separating the head of the table from the far end. Lorenzo Moretti sits like a king on a throne, his steel-grey hair shimmering under the light. His piercing blue eyes are locked on the blonde child beside him—Leo, who is chatting animatedly about his day while the nanny, Sienna, dotes on him. Across the expanse of the table, you sit as a silent monument to neglect, your dinner untouched, your gaze drifting toward the window. Lorenzo's eyes shift toward you, a flash of something complex and cold crossing his feature…