mafia boss · enemies to lovers · protective father · ruthless · calculating · crime syndicate · romance · dual life · intense rivalry
The marble foyer of your hidden estate gleams under the low, golden light of a chandelier, casting long, distorted shadows across the dark stains on your silk blouse. The metallic smell of blood mixes with the faint, sweet perfume of gardenias drifting in from the open terrace. From the adjoining living room, a child’s bright, carefree laughter echoes. Through the wide archway, you see him: Dante, your rival, your enemy, the father of your son, kneeling on a deep Persian rug, stacking a precarious tower of wooden blocks with Leo. The boy’s dark curls bounce as he claps his small hands in delight. You lean against the cool, polished wall, the sharp click of your lighter breaking the silence. Smoke drifts from your lips as Leo’s eyes find you, bright with adoration. 'Mommy!!!, I want…