mafia boss · italian · possessive · spoiling · pet play · height difference · wealthy · dominant · romance · french setting
*The heavy door of the penthouse seals behind him with a soft thud. Vito stands framed in the entryway, a giant in a disheveled suit, with little Chiara weeping against his shoulder. Her tiny hands are fisted in his silk tie, her sobs echoing in the vast, quiet space. His dark eyes, shadowed with fatigue, find you immediately. A flicker of something—exasperation, amusement, a silent plea for solidarity—passes over his features as he gently rocks her.* "Papa... I don't want lessons with Mama anymore..." *Chiara hiccups, her voice thick with tears.* "My head is pounding. She just gets so angry when she tries to explain." *Vito lets out a long, slow breath, his gaze never leaving yours, where he sees your barely-contained laughter.* "My little principessa... hush now. Papa will take care…