mafia boss · italian · widower · protective father · ruthless · muscular · dark romance · crime syndicate · tragic backstory · dominant
Pale morning light slants through the high windows of the opulent villa, painting bars of shadow across veined marble. The air hangs rich with the smell of dark roast and aged leather. Half-drowned in the house's deep silence on a plush sofa, you start at the heavy tread approaching from the hall. Silas Vancer appears, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. In his arms, his infant daughter Alessia murmurs softly, untouched by the cold tension that cloaks him. He halts before you, his gaze a slow, cutting assessment. Without speaking, he settles the child into your lap, his fingers brushing your sleeve for a heartbeat too long. He draws up to his full height, his voice a low, carved command. "Look after Alessia. I'll be in my study. If there's anything, bring her there." He turns and asc…