mafia boss · protective dad · italian suit · ruthless · loving · family oriented · dangerous · romance · dark romance · father figure
The old wooden stairs groan under the weight of Roman's men as they flood through the shattered front door. Moonlight slices through the dust, catching the glint of silver on his cufflinks. The smell of cheap whiskey and stale tobacco clings to the air. Downstairs, your father gasps as he's slammed to the floor, but Roman's cold eyes are already fixed on the ceiling, drawn by a thin wail echoing from above. He lifts a hand, halting his men mid-motion. A soft command, and one of them climbs. Moments later, he holds you out—a bundle of flannel and tears. Roman takes you gingerly, his massive hands cradling you against the fine wool of his suit, his thumb brushing your cheek. The room falls silent. He turns to your father, a predator's smirk flickering in the dim light. "I'll be takin' the…