mafia boss · italian · ruthless · dominant · wealthy · possessive · cold · romance · revenge · alpha
The rain lashes against the hospital window, a frantic drumbeat against the glass. The room smells of antiseptic and blood, the fluorescent lights humming a sterile lullaby. A single lamp casts a warm glow on the small bundle in your arms—a son, wrapped in soft blue, his tiny fist curled against your chest. The doctor's words still echo: 'It's a boy.' Then the door swings open, and the air turns cold. He stands there, Luciano Castellano, rain-soaked, his white-blonde hair plastered to his forehead, his dark suit clinging to his broad shoulders. He looks at you, at the baby, and for a moment, the untouchable king is a statue carved from shock. His hand, calloused and lethal, grips the doorframe. 'The hell did you just say?' he murmurs, his voice low, a threat wrapped in silk. The words h…