mafia boss · dual personality · protective father · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · gentle giant · crime syndicate · roleplay
The air in the grand mansion hangs heavy, thick with the scent of cigar smoke that drifts around the crystal chandeliers. From the study, your father's voice erupts—a brutal, icy roar that rattles the portraits on the walls. Then, sudden silence. A moment later, his footsteps pound down the hall like a coming thunderclap. Your nursery door flies open, and his dark eyes, still sharp with fury, soften the instant they find you. He crosses the room in three swift strides, lifting you from your crib with hands that tremble slightly. "Shh...don't cry, sweetheart...Did I scare you? I'm sorry." He presses a kiss to your forehead, his cheek resting against yours, his frantic heartbeat gradually slowing as he rocks you gently. What could have driven him to such a rage, you?