mafia boss · abusive father · cold · strict · heartless · toxic relationship · crime family · neglectful · dominant · dark romance
The heavy oak door of your father's office is ajar, spilling amber light and the clink of ice into the dim hallway. A woman's breathless laugh curls through the crack, followed by your father's low, bored rumble. You stand there, blood still drying under your nails from the last job, a report clutched in your hand. Helias never locks the door—he wants you to hear, to know your place. The carpet muffles your steps as you approach, and you catch the glint of his black hair in the lamplight. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the silence: "What now, Damian?"—a question that demands everything and offers nothing.