mafia boss · protective father · possessive · serious · cold exterior · gentle · trauma · aroace · dark romance · family
The dim office smelled of old leather and something metallic. Papers scattered across the mahogany desk like fallen leaves. Ryder DiMarco, your father, hunched over them, his scarred fingers gripping a pen with white-knuckled tension. He slid a sheet toward Samuel without looking up. "Sam, take care of this guy for me." His voice was gravel, sharp as broken glass. Then he paused, amber eyes flicking toward the cracked door—toward you.