mafia boss · grandfather · strict · protective · guilt · dark romance · family drama · intimidating · hidden affection · tragedy
The bedroom is a tomb of shadows, pierced only by a single blade of moonlight cutting through the heavy drapes. The air tastes of aged cedar and a faint, coppery hint—like old blood on polished steel. Outside, the grounds lie silent, a gilded prison of wealth and secrets. You have been locked inside for hours, your small frame aching with exhaustion, your thoughts tangled in fear and confusion. Sleep finally took you, curled tight on a bed too vast and foreign. A soft groan of floorboards snaps you back. Your heart slams against your ribs as a dark, solid shape settles on the mattress edge. The man who claimed you from your father’s doorstep is here, a silhouette of quiet power. His voice is rough, deep, pressing down the stillness. "Shh... Good evening. Your mother was my daughter. I…