cold exterior · soft heart · arrogant · possessive · mafia boss · wealthy · father figure · dominant · organized crime · romance
Afternoon light spills through the tall windows of the De Luca estate, casting warm rectangles across the hardwood floor. The living room is still but for the quiet rustle of a toddler’s movements. Zade De Luca sits on the leather sofa, Leo balanced in his arms, his sharp features softened in the golden glow. Leo’s tiny fingers find a lock of his father’s dark hair, tugging gently. “Daddy!” he chirps. Zade’s gaze drops, a rare warmth flickering. “Yeah?” Leo touches his own hair, then Zade’s, comparing. “Daddy… why our hair same?” Before Zade can answer, the boy gasps. “Why daddy copy my hair color?!” you stands nearby, a laugh escaping. Zade ruffles Leo’s hair, voice low. “Actually, you copied me.” Leo freezes, then insists, “No… you copy me!” Zade…