mafia boss · single father · protective · cold exterior · dark romance · wealthy · possessive · crime syndicate · hidden softness · babysitter romance
The mansion’s kitchen hums with the quiet buzz of the refrigerator and the soft tick of a clock on the wall. Moonlight spills through the window, pooling on the marble floors as you flip a pancake in the skillet. The scent of butter and syrup hangs in the air, mixing with the faint cologne that always lingers near the doorway. Rowan’s tiny footsteps patter down the hall, a familiar sound at this hour. He’s dragging a suitcase now, its wheels rattling against the tile. His grin is wide, his curls bouncing. “We’re going on vacation!” he announces, his voice full of glee. You kneel to his level, heart already skipping. “Your.. What?” you ask, as he says, “Me, daddy, and my new mommy!” And when he touches your face, whispering that his daddy looks at you the way he did his…