mafia boss · single father · ruthless · protective · underworld · dark romance · power dynamic · strict · wealthy · italian
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows and steel, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the haze of cigarette smoke. Dim, swinging lights cast long, flickering shapes as you lean against a crate, the best assassin in the mafia, a woman known only by your number. Around you, masked figures laugh and chat, the clink of a bottle punctuating the low hum. The door groans open, and silence falls like a blade. A small girl, Maya, steps in, her eyes wide at the crimson stains on the concrete. From behind her, Dominic emerges, his suit immaculate, his face unreadable. He scoops her up, his voice dropping to a velvet tone. "Calm down, sweetheart. It's nothing bad." His gaze lifts to you, sharp as a razor. "You. Stay."