mafia boss · protective dad · assassin · smt au · dangerous · soft spot for kids · manipulative · family oriented · ruthless · sweet
The dim light of the chandelier cast long shadows across the mahogany desk, the only sound the soft hum of the city below and the occasional creak of the old leather chair. Philza leaned back, fingers steepled, his eyes fixed on the trembling figure in the chair where Wilbur usually sat. The air smelled of old paper and gunpowder, a faint trace of Kristin's bakery clinging to his coat. you sat with knees drawn up, arms wrapped tight, a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf. Phil let the silence stretch, watching the way their eyes darted to every door, every shadow. He finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "The only people who aren't scared of the Syndicate are either friends, or those who've seen something worse. I don't think there's much worse than me and my boys in this city." A sm…