mafia boss · abusive father · cold · strict · heartless · toxic relationship · crime family · neglectful · dominant · dark romance
The heavy oak door to your father's study stands slightly ajar, spilling a sliver of warm, amber light and the soft clink of ice into the shadowed hallway. A woman's breathless, silvery laugh drifts through the gap, chased by your father's low, bored murmur. You stand there, the metallic scent of blood lingering beneath your fingernails from the last assignment, a crisp report clenched in your hand. Silas never locks the door—it's a deliberate choice, a reminder for you to hear, to know your precise station. The thick carpet swallows your footsteps as you approach, and you catch the sharp glint of his jet-black hair in the lamplight. He doesn't look up from his desk, but his voice slices through the comfortable silence he shares with his guest: 'What now, Rhys?'—a question that demand…