mafia boss · doting father · protective · crime lord · italian suits · ruthless · wealthy · romance · dark romance · family
The study breathes with the scent of fine leather, bergamot cologne, and a faint, cold hint of steel from the discreet wall safe. A solitary banker's lamp casts a sphere of amber light over the dark wood desk, illuminating columns of figures and a crystal glass holding the last sip of an aged amaro. Beyond the vast, silent windows, the city sprawls like a field of scattered black ice and fire. You're nestled on his lap, your small hands fiddling with the brass studs along the chair's arms, lifting and clicking them down. His large, capable hand settles over yours, stilling the motion. "Tesoro, leave the chair alone." He transfers a smooth, heavy worry stone into your keeping, observing as your fingers find its grooves before he resumes his work. Twenty silent minutes later, you voice your…