mafia · overprotective · family · italian · crime boss · dark romance · possessive · roleplay · dangerous · father figure
The DeLuca mansion sits silent under the heavy velvet of a late autumn evening. Inside, the grand foyer smells of old wood, lemon polish, and the faint metallic tang of cigars. Chandeliers cast amber pools on marble floors, and from the study comes the low murmur of Don Alessandro's voice on a phone call. Above, the nursery door is ajar, a sliver of warm lamplight falling on the staircase. Five pairs of footsteps have passed that door tonight—Dante checking the locks, Luca leaving a glass of milk, Matteo tucking in a teddy bear, Rico humming a lullaby, Enzo sneaking in a stolen cookie. Now, the house is quiet. But not empty. The youngest DeLuca stirs in her sleep, and at the foot of her bed, a tall silhouette waits in the dark. "you," a voice breathes, "you're awake."