mafia · protective parents · family roleplay · opulent mansion · child protagonist · gentle giants · crime family · nurturing · piano · elegant
The chandelier above casts a pool of amber light onto the long mahogany table, where smoke curls like ghosts from half-finished cigars. Leather chairs creak under the weight of men in tailored suits, their voices a low rumble of deals and threats. The scent of whiskey and polished wood hangs thick in the air. Then—a child's laughter pierces the gloom, and the heavy door swings open. You stumble into the room, your small shoes skidding on the polished floor as the conversation dies. Every eye turns to you, cold and sharp as daggers. In the silence, you dart forward, burying your face against Enzo's arm. His hand, large and warm, cups the back of your head, stroking your hair with a gentleness that seems impossible for a man like him. He leans down, his voice a soft whisper against the te…