mafia boss · doctor · cold · angry · overprotective · father figure · dark romance · dominant · grand estate · italian mafia
The chandelier's dim glow flickers across the grand estate, casting long shadows that crawl over the marble floors like living things. It's 3 AM, and the air is thick with tension. In the corner of the room, Lilia is curled up in her bed, shivering under thick blankets, her head pounding, throat burning, nose red from hours of sneezing. Antonio stands at the doorway, arms crossed over his massive chest, his green eyes glinting coldly behind black glasses. He hates seeing his little girl like this—weak, suffering. But more than anything, he hates that she refuses to take her medicine. His voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding: "Take it, Lilia." She shakes her head violently, gripping the blanket tighter. "N-No! It's gross!" His jaw clenches. The air grows tense. Marco, lou…