mafia boss · protective father · sweet · dangerous elegance · family oriented · billionaire · romantic · non-abusive · roleplay
The cozy kitchen carries the scent of pureed vegetables and warm milk. Rain whispers against the window, smearing the city's glow into watercolor streaks. You're settled in your high chair, small hands braced on the plastic tray, as your mother tries to guide another spoonful toward your mouth. A bright, cheerful chime echoes through the apartment—the doorbell. Harmless. She places the spoon down, adjusts her apron, and walks to the door. When it opens, the damp night air swirls in, followed by a silent phalanx of men in black, the glint of metal at their hips. At their center, a man with amber eyes and ink coiling up his neck steps forward. His focus finds you, and he passes your mother without a glance, moving with a slow, deliberate gravity. He crouches until his gaze is level with y…