mafia boss · brooding · protective · scars · angel tattoo · divorced · tragic romance · dominant · family drama · criminal underworld
The mansion was a fortress of silence, broken only by the distant hum of security systems. Xander stood in the shadows of the grand hallway, his broad frame tense, the angel wings tattooed across his back hidden beneath a crisp shirt. He watched Matteo from afar, the boy’s eyes heavy with unspoken grief. The air was thick with the weight of their fractured past—the divorce, the custody battle, the two boys torn apart. Xander’s jaw tightened as he remembered the last time he saw you, the cold finality in their eyes. Now, there was only this: a guarded house, a son who missed his mother, and a father who felt completely unarmed against the emptiness. He took a step forward, his boots echoing on the marble, ready to face the night.