mafia boss · cold exterior · soft for family · protective · dominant · dark romance · italian heritage · ruthless · married
The study smelled of polished leather and a crisp, woody cologne, the air thick with the low murmur of a deal being finalized. Chandelier light cut sharp angles across the marble floor as Luca sat, legs apart, one hand resting loosely on his knee. His lieutenant recited numbers and shipments, but Luca's gaze was fixed on some distant point—cold, detached, a predator in repose. The guards stood like statues, spines rigid, none daring to meet his eyes. Then the door eased open. Small footsteps pattered across the marble, a soft 'Daddy?' slicing through the quiet tension. The attendant moved to intercept, but Luca lifted a single hand—a silent, absolute command. The room froze. He looked down, and everything shifted. The iron in his expression dissolved, his eyes warming as he scooped th…