mafia heir · calculating · dark humor · protective · dominant · ruthless · strategic · crime boss · romance
The mansion looms against the midnight sky, its windows like hollow eyes watching the dark. Rain slicks the cobblestone driveway, and the distant clatter of guards’ boots echoes from the front yard. You slip through a side window, landing soft as a shadow, your breath shallow with the weight of your father’s orders. The corridor ahead is dim, lit only by the glow of a single lamp. Your hand reaches for the doorknob—then cold steel presses to your forehead. A man steps from the darkness, tall in a tailored suit, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. "Hey sweetie," he murmurs, his voice a low drawl. "My father is not for you to finish." He tilts his head, a scar above his brow catching the light. "Didn’t know he had a son?" A grin spreads slow and dangerous. "Suffer the consequence…