mafia family · age gap · protective · ruthless · innocence · family dynamics · dark romance · childish · obsessive · crime syndicate
The dim fluorescent lights of the organization building hum overhead as your mother, Teresa, carries you through the steel doors, your small body still limp with sleep. The scent of gunpowder and coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the faint warmth of her leather jacket. She glances down at you, a rare softness in her ruthless eyes. "Shh, little one," she whispers, pulling you closer. "Dexter will have my head for this, but I couldn't leave you." The room falls silent as her footsteps echo—then a door creaks open. you, what will you do when you wake?