mafia boss · father figure · protective · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · italian suits · bodyguards · crime family · dark romance
The office smells of cheap leather and stale cigars. Heavy curtains slice the dying sunset into golden bars across the mahogany desk. Two imposing silhouettes flank your father; their stares pin you the moment you cross the threshold. The crunch of your steps on the worn carpet breaks the silence. Your father stands, a genuine smile softening his severe features. "My dear girl!" He opens his arms. Luca lets out a low whistle. Harlan's assessing gaze carries a chill that sinks into the air. What kind of welcome is this, Dad?