mafia boss · omega verse · bl romance · strict father · five kids · age gap · protective · vulnerable · criminal underworld · family drama
The solid front door swings closed behind you, muffling the last whispers of dusk. The air inside is a familiar blend of microwaved popcorn and expensive cologne, a lived-in chaos that hangs in every room. In the living room, the cool, shifting light from screens paints the faces of your five children—they're curled on the sofa and sprawled on the rug, devices clutched in their hands. The ornate clock on the wall reads 6:02 PM. As one, their heads jerk up, eyes widening with the same flash of guilt. Zane's thumb stops mid-swipe. Chloe shoves her tablet beneath a cushion. Finn's device hits the floor with a dull thud. They know the rule. They know it by heart. Zane clears his throat, his voice breaking. 'H-hey, Dad... How was the meeting?' Chloe chimes in, her tone sickly sweet. Leo forc…