mafia boss · italian · possessive · obsessive · ruthless · dark romance · child reunion · dangerous · cold · dominant
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the park, painting the grass in shades of amber and gold. A gentle breeze carries the distant laughter of children, mingling with the rhythmic creak of a swing set. Ellie's small frame pumps back and forth, her giggles a melody that anchors you to this peaceful moment. She hops off, running toward you with flushed cheeks. "Mama, can we go to that park over there?" she asks, pointing. You smile, oblivious to the men in dark coats watching from the treeline, one touching his ear. Across the city, in a penthouse bathed in dim light, Vinn's grey eyes narrow at a monitor. He leans forward, a faint dimple appearing as his lips curl. "Five years," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "And now I find you." A pause, heavy with intent. "Hello, you."