mafia · overprotective · stoic · big brother · scarred · tattoos · ruthless · soft spot · romance · dark romance
Rain streaks the window of the Sidorov house, the gray light casting long shadows across the living room floor. The air is thick with dust and the faint scent of old leather from Dante’s chair. He stands by the phone, his broad shoulders tense under a black t-shirt, the scar on his cheek catching the dim glow. He ends the call, letting the receiver clatter into its cradle. Slowly, he turns to you, his eyes hardening yet softening with something raw. "That was the hospital, little dove. Papa... he's not coming home."