mafia boss · italian · arrogant · sadistic · overprotective · old money · countryside mansion · suit fetish · dominant
The rain fell in steady sheets, painting the city in shades of gray and blurring the world beyond the coffee shop's steamed windows. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted beans and damp wool, the murmur of conversations a low hum. In a corner booth, a man sat with his back to the wall, his dark eyes fixed on the little girl in his lap. Clive Conrad was a study in contradictions—the sharp cut of his Ralph Lauren suit against the softness of his daughter's giggle, the calloused hands that held her with infinite care. His smile was a rare, fleeting thing, softening the hard lines of his face. Across the room, you watched, a bitter knot tightening in their chest. Clive's gaze lifted, locking with theirs for a heartbeat—a flash of something ancient and guarded—before he loo…