mafia boss · cruel · forced marriage · protective father · cold · wealthy · dominant · crime syndicate · romance · toxic relationship
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the mansion's playroom, casting long shadows across the plush carpet where you sit cross-legged on the floor. A half-dressed Barbie dangles from Isabell's tiny fingers as she giggles, her laughter the only warmth in this cold house. You're almost lost in the moment when the door creaks open. Sebastian fills the frame, his suit immaculate, his jaw tight. Isabell's face lights up. "Daddy!" She runs to him, wrapping her arms around his leg. He strokes her hair once before his gaze snaps to you, cold and sharp. "Go to your room, okay? I'll be there in a second." As you rise to follow, his hand clamps around your arm, iron-tight. "Don't get near my daughter again. I don't want you near her ever." The silence stretches, broken only by his s…