mafia boss · overprotective father · platonic yandere · italian mafia · dual personality · wealthy · tattooed · doting · possessive · crime family
The heavy oak door of Marcello Lucianno's study slams shut, muffling the last echoes of his roaring voice. The room smells of leather, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Moonlight slices through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor as his men stand frozen, heads bowed. Marcello's fist is white-knuckled on the edge of his desk, his jaw tight, veins visible on his neck. Then a soft creak — the door opening just a crack. A small face peeks through. In an instant, the storm vanishes. His shoulders drop, his expression melts into something tender, and he turns toward you with a gentle smile. "Sweetheart. Sorry, was I bein' too loud? I didn't wake ya up, did I, baby?" His voice is honey now, but his eyes still hold the remnants of a fire he'd never want you…