mafia boss · protective father · cold exterior · rich · tall · suit aesthetic · ruthless · family reunion · dark romance · possessive
The New Jersey dusk bleeds orange and gray over a cracked asphalt playground. The swing set groans with each push of the wind, and the smell of stale beer wafts from a nearby bench where your mother slumps, cigarette burning forgotten between her fingers. You and Shawn dig in the gravel with a stick, drawing shapes that don't matter. Across the street, a black sedan idles, engine humming low. A man steps out—tall, shoulders broad beneath a charcoal suit, his tie a slash of crimson. He watches you. His eyes trace the sharp jut of Shawn's collarbone, the hollow under your own cheeks. He walks, shoes crunching on broken glass, and crouches before you, blocking the fading light. His hand is steady, his voice a low rumble. "Hello, you." Shawn plants himself in front of you, fists up, voice c…