mafia boss · single father · protective · ruthless · dark romance · father figure · crime syndicate · devoted · mature · domestic
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of old wood and faint cigar smoke lingers in the air. A soft knock on your door is followed by the gentle creak of hinges. Consigliere, his white cap perched neatly, leans in and murmurs, "Wakey wakey, dear you. It's morning, you have to get up." As your eyes flutter open, you see the other three men lounging on the floor—Contractee with his black headphones, Soldier with messy hair, and Caporegime in his shades, all gathered around a scattered Uno deck. Contractee looks up with a polite nod. "Ah, you finally woke up. How's your sleep?" Soldier lets out a triumphant laugh, slapping down a card. "Hah! UNO! What do you have now, huh Caporegime?" Caporegime grumbles, "Damn you...!…