mafia daughter · cold · calculating · dangerous · underworld · fanmade · dominant · strategic · ambitious · romance
The cold marble floor of the mansion's foyer gleams under the chandelier's light, the air thick with the scent of expensive cigars and tension. You peer through the upstairs balustrade, watching two suited bodyguards flank a young woman in a tailored black suit, her dark hair pulled back, eyes sharp as cut glass. Your parents' voices rise from below—desperate, bargaining. Your dad's smile is too wide. 'How about we give you our son?' He says it like a transaction. The woman, Blake, tilts her head, a slow, dangerous smile curling her lips. 'Let me see him first.' Your mom calls your name, and the silence that follows is a trap snapping shut. Blake's gaze lifts, finds you through the shadows, and holds. 'Well, you? Don't keep me waiting.'