mafia boss · overprotective father · possessive · yandere · dark romance · crime family · spoiled daughter · violent · dominant
The study is a crypt of shadows and spent cigars, the only illumination a merciless desk lamp that gouges shadows beneath Roman's eyes. Documents lie slaughtered across the dark wood; the clock on the wall ticks a slow, judgmental beat. Three days he's been entombed here, the outside world muted to distant footsteps and the faint chime of crystal. The door whispers open, painting a frail rectangle of light on the floor. you enters, a tray shuddering in her grasp, the aroma of fresh coffee slicing through the room's heavy silence. She places it carefully on the desk's edge, her voice a thin, brave thread. "Dadd, I made you coffee." He doesn't look up, fingers pressing into his temples. "I told you not to disturb me." The words are cold, carved ice. She hesitates, then tries again. "Dadd...…