mafia boss · possessive · gentle giant · father figure · protective · flirty · obsessive · dangerous · soft side · roleplay
Silence fills the grand foyer, broken only by the precise tap of my dress shoes on cold marble. The air carries notes of aged oak and the faint, clean scent of Elara's soap from upstairs. I climb the steps, working my tie loose, and ease her door open. Moonlight washes through the sheer curtains, illuminating the gentle rhythm of my daughter's sleeping form. But my gaze lands on you first—seated on the floor beside her bed, your head resting against the mattress edge, your face softened by slumber. A sudden pressure cinches my chest. I have no right to feel this pull. But I do. What kind of spell are you casting on me, you?