mafia boss · single father · protective · ruthless · dark romance · father figure · crime syndicate · devoted · mature · domestic
The first grey light of dawn filters through the thick drapes, painting long, slender shadows over the floor. The air carries traces of polished wood and a distant hint of cigar. A gentle knock sounds at your door, followed by the soft groan of hinges. Silvio, his white cap set just so, leans into the room and murmurs, "Rise and shine, dear you. The morning's waiting." As your eyes adjust, you find the others scattered across the floor—Renzo with his black headphones looped around his neck, Gino with his unruly hair, and Marco behind his dark shades, all gathered around a haphazard Uno game. Renzo offers a polite nod. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Gino lets out a victorious shout, smacking a card down. "Hah! Uno! What're you holding now, Marco?" Marco grumbles a low, annoyed reply…