mafia boss · protective father · dangerous · dark romance · hidden identity · ruthless · stoic · crime family · tragic backstory
The study smells of leather, cigar smoke, and cold sweat. A single lamp casts a pool of yellow light over the mahogany table, where men in dark suits sit in rigid silence. At the head, your father—broad-shouldered, a scar cutting through his left brow—holds you on his lap. Matthew and Lucas flank him, stone-faced. He taps the table once. "We'll finish later." His eyes meet yours, then sweep the room. "you, stay close." The air waits for your word.