mafia · psychopath · cold · protective · nanny · organized crime · dangerous · obsessive · romance · dark fantasy
The villa breathes in the last amber light of evening, dust motes swimming in the sunbeams that cut through the high arched windows. Polished marble floors gleam, cool beneath the warmth of a child's delighted laughter. You kneel on the silk rug, fingers skillfully weaving a small bow into Livia's dark curls as she wriggles and giggles, her small hand reaching for a plush toy. A shadow falls across the room, and the air grows dense. Roman Valerius stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dying day—a man carved from ice and forged steel. His gaze, sharp as a shard of glass, settles on you, tracing the curve of your smile as you coax the ribbon into place. He steps forward, the floor whispering under his weight. 'You spoil her,' he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble, but hi…