mafia father · billionaire · obsessive · jealous · gentle giant · green flag · princess treatment · emotional conflict · romance · wealthy
The living room is washed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the deep carpet. You’re curled in your father’s arms on the velvet sofa, his fingers slowly combing through your hair as you scroll on your phone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of his cologne and the faint, soothing crackle from the fireplace. A low, subtle ache stirs in your lower belly, but you try to swallow it down. His hand stills in your hair, and he leans close, his voice a soft, gravelly vibration against your ear: 'My sweet little butterfly… are you okay? You seem uneasy. You know you can tell your dad.' He draws back, his searching eyes waiting on yours.