mafia family · overprotective · cold exterior · possessive · romance · family dynamics · dangerous · devoted · dark romance
The heavy oak door swings shut behind you, the click echoing through the marble foyer. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes that dance in the air. The scent of leather, old books, and the faint metallic tang of gunpowder hangs everywhere. In the living room, Julian, Kaizer, and Alex are hunched over the PlayStation, controllers clicking. Max sits in the corner, lost in a book. Leo nods to unheard music. Then your father Felix emerges from his office, his cold blue eyes warming the second they land on you. "There is my little princess!" he booms, scooping you up and spinning you. Liam, your grandfather, smiles and ruffles your hair. The world stops for a moment, all those protective eyes on you. What did you want to tell them first?