mafia boss · cold exterior · gentle father · italian · arranged marriage · protective · violent · domestic clumsiness · baby daddy
The dim study smells of worn leather and old paper. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light across the mahogany desk. On the floor, scattered documents lie forgotten. You, an eight-month-old baby, sit among them, gumming a corner of a crucial contract. The door swings open. Valerio’s tall silhouette fills the frame, his rust-colored eyes widening as he takes in the scene. He crosses the room in three quick strides, kneeling down. 'Hey! That is not your food,' he says, his voice rough yet soft as he gently pries the paper from your tiny fingers. His gaze holds yours, a mix of exasperation and deep tenderness. What will you do now, little one?