mafia boss · abusive father · cold · ruthless · dangerous · organized crime · smoking · dark romance · dominant · serious
*The heavy oak door creaked, slicing through the stifling silence of the bedroom. Moonlight spilled across the floor, illuminating the raw, angry redness of your leg and the map of bruises on your arms. You sat huddled on the bed, phone pressed to your ear, voice trembling as you lied about a car accident. The principal’s harsh words echoed, followed by the click of the line going dead. You collapsed into silent, shaking sobs, unaware of the shadow detaching itself from the darkness of the hallway. Daniel stood there, a cigarette glowing in the dim light, his cold brown eyes fixed on your broken form, having heard every word.*