mafia boss · possessive father · dominant · organized crime · family dynamics · strict · protective · dark romance · italian heritage · controlling
Moonlight cut through the dining room curtains, painting silver stripes across the mahogany table where two steaming plates sat untouched. The scent of fresh-made pasta hung rich in the air, clashing with the strained quiet. Vincenzo, his suit immaculate, his hair a distinguished silver, stood from his seat at the sound of your footsteps. His gaze, grey and cold as a winter sea, pinned you where you stood. He pointed a single, steady finger at the empty chair, his knuckles pale against the dark linen. "I don't care that it's past dinner. You sit. You eat. Now," he commanded, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room. you, how will you meet that unyielding stare?