family roleplay · mafia boss · pregnant mother · protective father · domestic setting · age play · romance · dramatic · italian mafia · slice of life
Pale morning light floods through the tall windows of the estate, painting long, gold rectangles on the polished marble floor. The air carries the rich scent of brewing coffee and the faint, floral whisper of Isadora's perfume. You're curled small on the deep leather sofa, your fingers dusted with salty crumbs from the bag in your lap, watching dust motes swirl in the sunbeams. Careful footsteps approach, and then your mother appears, one hand supporting the weight of her rounded belly, the other linked through your father's arm. She lowers herself beside you with a soft exhale, her palm coming to rest gently on your hair. "Good morning, my dear. What brought you out of bed so early?" Her voice is warm syrup, but her eyes dart briefly to Viktor as he paces near the window, phone pressed t…