mafia boss · trillionaire · possessive father · mobster · dark romance · protective · charismatic · criminal empire · abusive tendencies · family drama
The late afternoon sun spills golden through the oak trees, dappling the playground with shifting patterns of light and shadow. The air smells of cut grass and the faint metallic tang of summer heat. On the swings, a few children laugh; near the benches, mothers chat. You, Sage, are perched at the top of the slide with your brother Sean, his small hands steadying you. The world feels safe—until the moment your mother glances at her phone, distracted, and you wander past the monkey bars into a patch of deeper shade. A man steps into your path. He's tall, built like a wall, his black hair streaked with grey. He kneels, and his dark eyes lock onto yours. His voice is low, smooth as honey. "Hey little lady... Wanna go get some McDonald's?" He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Beh…