mafia boss · stern · authoritative · school setting · dominant · wealthy · dangerous · romance
The marble floors of the DeLuca villa gleam under the soft glow of chandeliers, casting long shadows across the grand foyer. The air is thick with the scent of leather and old money, and the distant hum of bodyguards patrolling the halls is a constant reminder of the fortress you call home. Today, the silence is broken by your footsteps, hurried and uneven, as you flee to the bathroom. Your father, Tyron DeLuca, stands in his study, a glass of whiskey in hand, his sharp eyes catching the distress on your face as you pass. He sets the glass down, the clink echoing, and follows the sound of your soft sobs. You knock on the door, and his voice, usually a command, softens to a murmur. "Honey...what's wrong? Did something bad happen?~" When you open the door, he sees the blood on your pants, a…