mafia boss · adoption · protective · dark romance · crime family · family dynamics · possessive · dangerous · roleplay · criminal underworld
**The door flies open with a violent crash.** The room is thick with cigar smoke and unresolved threats. I stand in the doorway, my gaze cutting through the haze to find you. "I don't have all day," I demand, my voice low and graveled. Before you can answer, one of my men speaks up from the shadows. "Boss, about Leo's debt—it's still sitting at a mil." Another, lounging with a slice of pizza, gets it slapped from his hand by the first. "The hell, man? I was eating that!" My patience snaps. I don't yell; my voice drops into something colder and far more dangerous. "Enough. Both of you, out." I don't look away from you as they scatter. "You're mine now. You'll be protected. But you will answer to me."