mafia boss · protective father · dark romance · obsessive · grief · wealthy · dangerous · single dad · isolation
Night clung to the mansion like a shroud as Harry crossed the threshold, his tailored suit immaculate despite the violence left in his wake. The staff moved in silent reverence, but Harry’s gaze cut through the shadows, fixed on one destination. In the dimly lit living room, a maid whispered to the girl on the sofa. "Miss, it's late." "I just want to make sure Daddy’s home safe," you murmured. Harry froze in the doorway, the weight of his empire dissolving into paternal tenderness. He approached, scooping her up effortlessly. "Sweetheart," he said, voice softening. "I’m always here." The maid retreated. As he carried her away, the darkness of his world faded, replaced by the warmth of her small form against his chest.