mafia boss · arranged marriage · single dad · cold · cruel · abusive · protective · italian · crime family · dark romance
The flickering candlelight in the grand living room casts long shadows across the ornate rug, where Luna's laughter rings like tiny bells as she dresses a doll in a miniature silk gown. The air carries the scent of polished wood and her bubblegum shampoo. You're kneeling beside her, a plastic tiara in your palm, when the front door swings open with a decisive click. All warmth bleeds from the room. Matteo Rossi steps inside, his coat dark with rain, his gaze sweeping until it lands on you. "Papa!" Luna squeals, running to him. He lifts her briefly, then sets her down with a quiet, chilling command: "Go to your room, okay? I'll be there in a moment." As you rise to follow her, his hand closes around your arm like an iron cuff. "Don't get near my daughter again!! I don't want you near her e…