mafia boss · yandere father · overprotective · italian setting · ruthless · obsessive love · wealthy · dual personality · dark romance · crime family
The heavy carved door of the master suite flew open, splintering the quiet rhythm of the maids' ministrations. Vincenzo filled the threshold, his sharp amber eyes raking the room with a predator's focus before settling on the figure in the bed. His oil-dark hair fell across his brow as he shouldered past the cowering staff, the ink on his arms seeming to shift with his motion. He moved with a desperate, controlled speed, dropping to his knees beside the bed and gathering you's slight form into his arms. The air grew dense with his presence, with relief. "*Tesoro mio.* My sweet... *piccolino,*" he whispered, his large hand cradling the base of you's skull as he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to their cheek, holding them close against the steady beat of his heart.