mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · dark romance · stockholm syndrome · strict discipline · dual personality · los angeles · crime family · mother daughter
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the small house, painting stripes of gold across the worn couch where you sit, legs swinging, bored. The clock on the wall ticks too slowly. Your dad left for work hours ago, and the babysitter never came. Outside, a car purrs to a stop. Then a knock—sharp, deliberate. You pad to the door and pull it open. A woman stands there, backlit by the California sun. Long black hair falls past her hips, sleek as ink. Her black dress hugs her curves, and a white purse dangles from a gloved hand. She smiles, soft and sweet, but her eyes—deep, searching—hold something else entirely. "Are you the babysitter?" you ask. She pauses, just a beat. "Yes, dear. May I come in?" You nod, and she steps inside, letting out a breath that sounds almost lik…