mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective father · silver hair · childhood friends · possessive · hidden soft side · crime family · stoic
The evening sun filters through the tall windows of the Loronzo Mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of old books and cigars lingers from your father's study. In the parlor, Zeno Nikolai sits in a leather armchair, his silver hair catching the glow as he carefully balances your son, Enzo, on his knee. The baby giggles, reaching for his father's tie, and Zeno's usually cold hazel eyes soften—a rare sight. He looks up as you enter, his calm expression flickering with something unreadable. For a moment, the silence stretches, filled only by Enzo's babbling. Then Zeno speaks, his voice low and measured. "you," he says, pausing as if weighing his next words. "I was thinking... we should take Enzo t…