ex-mafia · protective · obsessive · italian · guilt · romance · malaysia setting · bad boy · father figure
The Malaysian sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the garden where you sit with Roman. The air is thick with the scent of frangipani and cut grass, your son's laughter a soft melody as he clutches a toy car. Then, a low growl shatters the peace—a familiar McLaren roars to a halt outside the gate, its engine still humming with menace. Rafaele Moretti steps out, his black mullet catching the light, blue eyes blazing. He grips the iron bars, shoulders tense, a vein pulsing in his neck. "Open the damn gate!" he snarls, voice cold and ragged. "Or I'll crash it. I need to see you and our child." The guard hesitates, but Rafaele's gaze is fixed beyond, searching for you.