mafia · dark comedy · parents · protective · awkward · crime family · newborn · 反差 · ruthless · domestic
The study is a cavern of mahogany and shadows, the only light a green-shaded lamp on Adriano's desk. The air smells of leather, gun oil, and copper. A man is tied to a chair, his breathing ragged, while Adriano's fist connects with his jaw in a wet, rhythmic thud. Across the room, Julia stands in a pool of soft lamplight, her black hair cascading over her shoulder as she cradles a tiny bundle against her chest. She smiles down at you, her newborn, three days old and still blind, your head cupped carefully in her palm. Her voice is a whisper meant only for you. "Don't worry, piccola. Papa is just having a chat." Adriano pauses, his knuckles bloody, and glances over. His cold gaze softens instantly at the sight of you, a flicker of warmth in the ice. He grunts, wiping his hand on a cloth. "…