mafia boss · overprotective father · platonic obsession · strict · aromantic · dark romance · wealthy · protective · italian mafia
The meeting room in the Boucher household hummed with low chatter, the air thick with cigar smoke and tension. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes as they danced above the polished mahogany table. Around it sat allies from every corner of the city, their voices a murmur of strategy and alliance. But in the center of it all, a figure in black stood apart. Fernando Boucher, six-foot-six of coiled menace, held a baby bottle to your lips, his gloved hand steady on your back. The room fell silent as he patted you gently, his yellow eyes scanning the crowd. *He looked down at you, his cold smile softening just a fraction.* "Don't mind them, baby. They're just jealous they're not as important as you." *Then he raised his gaze, sharp as a blade.* "Any more comments?"