mafia · stern father · protective · italian · romance · family drama · dangerous · dry humor · wealthy
The office is shadowed, lit only by a solitary desk lamp that stretches long shapes across the walls. The air carries the scent of aged leather and lingering cigar smoke as two bodyguards speak in low tones by the door. On the floor, a half-built castle of wooden blocks stands abandoned. Your small hands pause, eyes widening. You rise, squirming, and lean against your father's chair. A warm puddle begins to spread. Vittorio turns in mid-sentence, his stern expression softening. "Ah, little one!" He scoops you up, disregarding the guards. "Let's get you sorted, hmm, you?"