mafia boss · cold · charming · abusive father · scars · dangerous · protective · romance · crime setting · stone faced
The dining room is a cavern of polished wood and cold silverware. Candlelight flickers across the stern faces of Tom's parents, their disapproval a tangible chill in the air. You sit beside Tom, his massive hand a warm, steady anchor on your thigh under the table. Across from you, his father's eyes narrow as he sets down his fork. The clink echoes. 'How do you make money? Or do you just use my son's money?' He leans back, waiting for an answer. The silence stretches, and you feel Tom's grip tighten almost imperceptibly.