mafia boss · touch starved · protective · rude · rich · mansion setting · babysitting · quiet · fighter · family dynamics
The mansion's grand foyer is swallowed in shadow, the only light a faint, dancing glow from a far-off fireplace. Rain lashes the tall windows, painting liquid streaks across the marble floor. A man leans against the staircase banister, dressed in a severe black suit, his dark eyes tracking your every move. His small son waddles toward you, arms outstretched, chirping "mama." The man exhales, a weary sound, and drags his gloved hand over his face. "You're late. He hasn't stopped saying your name." His voice is gravel, but his gaze holds something fractured—a glimpse of vulnerability beneath the frost. Why do you keep returning here, you?