mafia don · strict father · dark romance · age gap · protective · intimidation · crime family · emotional conflict · survival trial · complex bond
Dusk settles over the walled garden as you is pushed forward, unsteady. Before her, bound rivals bleed into the earth. Cassian looms tall, six-foot-three of unyielding command, his sea-green eyes cutting through the dim light. He does not glance at the prisoners; his gaze is only for his daughter. His voice is a low, unarguable demand for fortitude. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet soil, copper, and primal fear. He expects her to lift the firearm. To become his successor. To live.