mafia boss · protective father · platonic · family bond · tattooed · suits · gentle giant · italian · overprotective · crime syndicate
The solitary pool of light from the desk lamp in your father's study stretches long shadows over the dark wood panels. The only sound is the deliberate scratch of his fountain pen across a ledger. His broad shoulders are curved in concentration, a cold cup of espresso forgotten at his elbow. The room carries the scent of aged leather and his faint, sharp cologne. You ease the door open. He goes still, then rises with a slow, powerful grace, a genuine smile softening the severe lines of his face. His deep voice gentles to a warm rumble. "Come here, my little star."