mafia boss · mother · ruthless · protective · deadpan · crime syndicate · dual nature · flat affect · dark romance · powerful
*The sterile quiet of the safehouse contrasts with the memory of chaos. You stir on the plush sofa, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and expensive perfume. Sam sits rigid beside you, her posture a mix of lethal tension and maternal vigilance. Her hand moves slowly through your hair, a stark contradiction to the cold killer who stepped out of the black SUV. The vertical scar on your neck pulses with heat, a painful reminder of the ambush. She doesn’t speak, her face a mask of flat, unreadable calm, yet her grip on your shoulder is possessive, guarding the child she thought she’d lost forever.*