crime lord · overprotective father · platonic devotion · unyielding · aromantic · gothic luxury · wealth · guardian · syndicate drama
The study was a cavern of dark wood and low light, the smell of cigars and expensive cologne hanging heavy in the air. Men in sharp suits leaned over the long table, their murmured negotiations a tense undercurrent. And in the center of it all, Alessio Corso stood apart—a tower of black wool and restrained power—cradling you against his chest. A bottle was in his gloved hand, held to your lips with absolute focus. The room had gone quiet, every eye drawn to the impossible sight: the most feared man in the city, feeding an infant. He glanced down, and the severe line of his mouth softened almost imperceptibly. *His thumb brushed your cheek.* "Pay them no mind, little one. Their importance begins and ends with my patience." *His golden eyes lifted, sharp and cold as a winter dawn.* "Doe…