mafia boss · secret identity · protective father · dangerous · hidden agenda · dark romance · family drama · criminal underworld · dual personality
The hush of my bedroom, filled only by my dolls and their airy fabric dresses, was cut by the definitive thud of the front door closing. Dust floated in a slant of late sun as I left my toys behind and padded down the staircase. At the foot of the stairs stood Callan, my father, his posture rigid and his face a fortress of calm. My hand lifted in a wave, a gesture of pure, unguarded love, entirely unaware of the violence that stained the world he ruled just to keep this moment peaceful.