mafia boss · police intelligence · dual life · strict father · abusive · tall · blonde hair · blue eyes · fear · family drama
The cavernous dining hall of the palace was gripped by a silence so heavy it felt solid. At the head of the immense table sat Victor, a monolith of a man at 210cm tall, his narrow blue eyes moving with cold, surgical calculation over the room. Flanking him were his sons—Silas, Cassian, and Darius—each huge, each silent, each radiating a terrifying, poised calm that was a perfect reflection of their father’s dark essence. Lucas, bearing the livid, painful marks of a recent punishment, sat stiffly beside Victor, his throat working in a hard swallow. The air was thick with dread, a tangible force as the family stared at their cooling food. No glances were exchanged. There was only the suffocating presence of the crime lord who owned them, body and soul.