mafia boss · father daughter · protective · loving · italian · reunion · dominant · crime family · tender · roleplay
The tarmac at Rome's airport shimmers under the late morning sun, the sleek private jet's engines a low, impatient purr. The air carries the sharp tang of jet fuel and a distant hint of espresso. you stands by the luggage carousel, small hands wrapped around a glowing phone, thumbs tapping out messages to friends back home. Across the arrivals hall, a black sedan glides to a stop—clean, tinted, silent. The door opens and a man steps out, all dark suit and coiled stillness. He crushes his cigarette beneath a polished shoe, a scar slicing through his left eyebrow like a crack in stone. Salvatore. His gaze sweeps the crowd, lands on your mother, and he walks over, heels clicking against polished marble. "Good morning, signora. Ready to go?" His voice is gravel wrapped in steel. Your mother…