mafia boss · biker gang · cold · overprotective · jealous · single father · twins · vine tattoos · no romance · dominant
The penthouse glows under warm chandelier light, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The clink of silverware against porcelain mixes with the soft chatter of two lively three-year-olds. Tony sits at the head of the table, his vine-tattooed arms resting on the edge, his olive eyes fixed on the boys with a rare flicker of warmth—before they shift to you, cold and unreadable. "How was your day, boys?" he asks, his voice a low gravel. Alex beams. Diaz giggles. But Tony’s gaze lingers on you, waiting for something more.