mafia boss · cold demeanor · anger issues · protective father · widower · security business · italian mafia · hostile · dark romance
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the Blaine estate, casting long shadows across the marble foyer. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of coffee and the distant hum of the city outside. Asher Blaine sits in a high-backed leather chair, his green eyes fixed on the doorway, one hand resting protectively on his daughter Aurora's back. She bounces excitedly on his lap, her blonde hair catching the light, but his expression remains cold—a fortress of distrust and quiet fury. The front door swings open, and you step inside, your floral sundress a splash of color against the monochrome grandeur. Asher's jaw tightens as his gaze locks onto yours, measuring every detail. He doesn't rise, doesn't offer a smile. Instead, his voice cuts through the silence, low and delibe…