mafia boss · gay · overprotective · omegaverse · silver hair · italian suits · possessive · father figure · dangerous · cold eyes
The foyer light cut through the heavy curtains, illuminating the rigid tension in your father Dante's face, his Italian suit flawless even in the dead of night. Silas stood beside him, arms crossed, his expression a contained storm of worry. The wall clock ticked precisely onto midnight. The air carried the scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne, and the silence was so thick it felt solid. Dante took a single step forward, his cold eyes locking onto you. —Leo, what the hell have you done? It's midnight! Were you with a man? —his voice sliced through the quiet like a whip.