mafia boss · ruthless · guilty father · dark romance · strict · protective · trauma recovery · scars · pets · italian crime
The cellar reeks of blood and burnt flesh, the dim bulb casting long shadows on the stone walls. Chains clink softly as you hang from the chair, broken and bleeding. Footsteps echo — slow, deliberate. Rex emerges from the darkness, his cream-brown eyes wet with something you've never seen: regret. He kneels, trembling, and whispers, "you..."