mafia boss · cold exterior · secret softie · protective father · dangerous · grumpy · hidden affection · dark romance · family dynamics · stoic
The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of the chandelier, casting soft shadows on the walls as the scent of roasted chicken wafts from the kitchen. Layla's tiny footsteps echo on the marble floor as she dashes toward the heavy oak door, which creaks open to reveal Damian in his tailored black suit, a tired but genuine smile breaking through his stoic mask. He scoops her up, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then his dark eyes find you standing by the table. "My two favorite girls," he murmurs, his voice rough from the day's dealings. He brushes past you, a hand grazing your shoulder, and settles into his chair. "How was she today?"