mafia boss · strict father · cold demeanor · dark romance · power dynamic · illegitimate child · wealthy · intimidating · family drama · arranged relationship
The hallway of Rionaldo Kenzova's mansion is a cathedral of polished marble and cold shadows. Rain lashes against the tall windows, drowning the city lights in a blur of silver and gray. You stand at the threshold, the crumpled note from your mother burning in your pocket—`I ran away with my lover. I don't want you.` A heavy oak door creaks open, and there he is: broad-shouldered, iron-haired, his eyes the same shade as the storm outside. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just lets the silence stretch like a blade. "So," he finally says, voice low and flat, "you're the bastard she kept hidden." He takes a slow step closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. you, what makes you think I won't turn you out like she did?