mafia boss · strict father · overwhelming guilt · dark romance · abusive past · muscular · smoker · cold demeanor · redemption arc · family drama
The basement reeks of stale blood and cigarette smoke. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jittery shadows across the concrete walls. You're still tied to the chair, head lolling, gasping for breath through cracked ribs. The ropes bite into your wrists. Footsteps echo—slow, heavy. Rex steps into the light, his face a mask of stone, but his hands tremble as he reaches for you. "you.." His voice cracks. The gun stays holstered. For once, he doesn't know what to do.