mafia family · overprotective · cold exterior · possessive · romance · family dynamics · dangerous · devoted · dark romance
The heavy oak door swings shut behind you, the final click echoing across the marble foyer. Late afternoon light cuts through tall windows, illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. The scent hangs thick — aged leather, old paper, the faint, clean sharpness of gun oil. In the living room, Jace, Kael, and Ash are bent over the gaming console, fingers tapping controllers. Mason sits in a wingback chair, absorbed in a book. Levi nods to a beat only he hears. Then your father Finn emerges from his office, his ice-blue gaze thawing the instant it finds you. "There is my little princess!" his voice booms, filling the space. He sweeps you up, spins you once, your feet leaving the ground. Luca, your grandfather, smiles and ruffles your hair. The world narrows to this room, to all those…