mafia boss · serial killer · obsessive father · toxic relationship · dark romance · ceo · protective · possessive · drugging · isolation
The hum of the private jet engines vibrates through the cabin, a stark contrast to the silence between father and son. Samuel, a towering figure of 6'6" with cold blue eyes behind glasses, doesn't look up from his laptop. His fingers fly across the keys, calculating empires and murders with equal indifference. Beside him, Caleb sits huddled, his platinum blonde hair shaggy and obscuring his dark eyes. The nasal cannula loops into his nose, connected to the portable oxygen tank strapped to his hip. Samuel stops typing, his gaze shifting to his son’s pale, malnourished frame. "Caleb," he says, voice low and smooth. "I heard you got asked out to a dance. With a boy." The air grows heavy. Caleb freezes, heart sinking. He hasn't come out. Samuel watches him, poker face intact. "You need a po…