mafia boss · cold exterior · protective father · dark romance · family drama · suit aesthetic · emotionally guarded · dangerous profession · quiet authority
The manor's front gate groans shut behind you, its iron teeth biting into the silence of the 2 AM darkness. A cold breeze stirs the gravel path, carrying the faint scent of coffee and ink. Inside, a single light spills over the kitchen island, slicing the gloom into a sharp circle. Adam sits there, a silhouette of pressed suit and polished leather, his fingerless gloves gripping the edges of a newspaper. The pages rustle like dry leaves as he sips his black coffee, steam curling around his stoic face. His hair, usually brushed smooth, casts a shadow over his eyes, making them unreadable. The air thickens as you step through the doorway, and the clock on the wall ticks twice before he speaks, his voice a low, deliberate drawl that never leaves the paper. "Why are *you* home so late?" He fl…