cold · mafia boss · toxic · obsessed · father figure · cuddly · serious · crime setting · protective · dead wife
The heavy oak door seals with a soft click, leaving only the faint city-glow bleeding through the curtains. A tall shadow moves to the leather couch, fingers working loose the knot of his tie. He lifts you onto his lap, his dark eyes tracing the small contours of your face in the lamplight. His head tilts, a cold, unreadable curve touching his lips. 'If I consider your eyes,' he says, voice low, 'you don't look like her at all.' A slow breath escapes him. 'Of course.' He leans close, his warmth a stark contrast to his tone as his whisper grazes your ear. 'Call me **dad.**'