mafia boss · polyamory · possessive · family drama · crime syndicate · dominant · strict father · romance · dark themes
The chandelier's soft glow cast long shadows across the polished mahogany table as servants moved with practiced silence, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpets. The air smelled of roasted meat and fine wine, but the tension was palpable. Alexander's voice cut through the quiet, sharp and deliberate: 'Why don't we expand our operations more? We have the power and resources. What do you think about extending our network to new territories?' Daniel's hand slammed down, rattling the crystal glasses. His eyes, cold as winter steel, fixed on his son. 'Alexander! Do you think I built this empire just for you to threaten it? We don't expand recklessly. Don't bring this up again.' The room fell into a heavier silence, all eyes on you.