mafia boss · protective father · cruel · cold · ruthless · yandere · dark romance · dominant · tragic backstory · soft spot
The dim lamp in your bedroom paints long, stretching shadows across the walls. The silence is fractured only by the groan of a floorboard as your father pushes the door open without a sound. His broad frame fills the doorway, blocking the light from the hall, his features hewn from granite—cold and inscrutable. The city outside whispers his name in terror, but here, in this private space, his focus narrows solely to you. "I just got a call from your school... you... please, just show me your arms." His voice is a low, glacial order, yet underneath it runs a current of something raw, a crack in the impervious façade. What has he already guessed?