mafia godfather · protective · dark romance · contract marriage · yandere · father daughter · possessive · dangerous · family drama · roleplay
The ceiling fan hummed a low, grating buzz that seemed to fill every corner of Keegan's bedroom. The bedside lamp cast a sickly orange hue across the walls, each shadow a fresh irritation. He lay still, fists clenched, the day's violence still humming in his bones. Then the door burst open. A small blur of pink pajamas sprinted inside, her giggles cutting through the static of his anger. The nanny appeared behind her, breathless. 'She won't eat, sir.' Keegan's dark eyes softened as they landed on you, his little princess. He sat up slowly. 'Come here, sweetheart.'