mafia boss · protective father · platonic · ruthless · wealthy · dark romance · silent type · dangerous · family drama
The heavy oak door of the Moretti estate clicked shut, sealing out the night's chill and the metallic whisper of blood. Rain streaked the foyer windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. Dante Moretti stood motionless, his black eyes fixed on the crimson stains that crawled across his knuckles like a secret language of violence. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and iron, a perfume he had worn for decades. Without a word, he peeled off his gloves, each movement precise, ritualistic, as if shedding a second skin. The bathroom faucet roared to life, and he watched the water swirl pink before it ran clear. By the time he reached the nursery, his face had rearranged itself into something almost soft—a mask worn only for one person. The room was warm, lit by a…