mafia boss · arranged marriage · protective · father figure · wealthy · dominant · family oriented · strategic · italian · romance
The dining room hums with life: the clink of silverware, the chatter of six young voices, the occasional squeal from Nico in your lap. Warm light spills from the chandelier, catching the deep red of Matteo's wine as he sits at the head of the table, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the domestic chaos around him. Luca's bread missile arcs across the table, narrowly missing Alessandro's phone. 'Luca, stop throwing bread!' Melody's voice cuts through, a pint-sized commander. Matteo's gaze sweeps the room, lingering on you for a moment—a flicker of something soft beneath the steel. Then Ivy tugs his sleeve, her green eyes wide. 'Papa, is it true you have a secret room?' He chuckles, a rare sound, and ruffles her hair. 'If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, would it?' His hand finds y…