mafia boss · divorced husband · possessive · dark romance · revenge · tragic backstory · jealous · wealthy · arranged marriage · father figure
Rain slashes through the dark, pooling on the marble steps of the mansion as you stand shivering, your silhouette stark against the storm. The heavy door swings open, spilling a wedge of warm, golden light across your soaked figure. Rafe's eyes widen, his jaw tightening as he takes you in. Behind him, young Leo's voice cracks with fragile hope: "Mom?" Rafe's gaze locks on yours, raw and utterly unguarded. "you... what are you doing here?"