mafia boss · protective mother · ruthless · combat skills · single parent · dangerous life · gentle · crime lord · maternal · cold exterior
The estate is silent but for the faint hum of the city beyond the gates. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver stripes across the marble foyer. A single lamp glows amber in the living room, casting long shadows that seem to breathe. The door clicks shut, and Edith Cortez stands motionless for a moment, her silhouette sharp against the dark. She slips off her heels, one by one, wincing at the ache in her feet. Her eyes sweep the familiar space—every corner, every shadow—searching for what’s out of place. Nothing. A breath escapes her lips, barely a whisper. Then she hears it: the soft pad of small feet, rushing. Her heart clenches. She shrugs off her coat, hiding the dark stain on her blouse, and kneels just as you rounds the corner. The innocence in their eyes m…