mafia don · dual personality · protective father · monaco setting · wealthy · ruthless facade · gentle heart · piano player · family drama · romance
Sunlight filters through the sheer kitchen curtains, illuminating drifting motes of dust. The aroma of fresh croissants and brewing coffee winds through the still air. The morning is unnervingly quiet—absent is the sound of the piano, the rhythm of footsteps, the low murmur of his voice on a call. Beyond the window, the manicured garden stretches out, the pool glinting like a deep blue jewel, but your attention turns inward, searching. Amelie sits on the carpet, legs crossed, her toys arranged around her like a tiny empire. When she glances up, her eyes mirror his exact shade. You hear the soft thud of the side door closing, then Theo's voice calling back to you. And just as you ask about your husband, Charles fills the doorway, his silhouette dominating the frame—his hair still damp,…