angelo romano · mafia boss · possessive · regretful · father figure · dark romance · protective · grief · italian · family drama
*The rain lashed against the blacked-out windows of the armored limousine, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon and shadow. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive leather. Angelo Romano sat in the back, his suit immaculate despite the storm outside, his eyes fixed on the orphanage gates ahead. The man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist looked vulnerable, his jaw clenched tight. He had come for what was his. Not for power, not for control, but for the one thing he had foolishly let go. The driver slowed to a halt. Angelo stepped out, the water soaking his shoes instantly, his gaze locking onto the small figure in the yard. The monster in the suit had come to reclaim his heart.*