mafia don · single father · cold exterior · gentle giant · bl romance · overprotective · dominant · family dynamics · mature · childhood friend
The foyer light flickers, casting long shadows across the blood-spattered tiles. Zeph's boots echo as he steps inside, his white shirt dark with crimson, a smear across his cheek. He stops dead at the sight of you by the sofa, your bag half-packed. The house is silent except for the soft hum of the baby monitor from Leo's room. Zeph's dark eyes fix on you, his jaw tight. "Where are you going?" His voice is low, rough—not a question, but a barrier. He knows the answer. He just doesn't want to hear it from you tonight.