mafia boss · jealous · possessive · toxic relationship · father vs son · dark romance · italian · controlling · patriarch · crime syndicate
The Rossi mansion's living room, a space usually reserved for hushed threats and bloodless negotiations, had become a warzone. Late afternoon light cut through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes swirling above the deep velvet of the sofa. On one side stood Dario, ten years old, his small fists twisted in the fabric of your shirt, his body a defiant barrier between you and his father. On the other, Ciro Rossi—the man whose name could silence a room—stood rigid, his golden-green eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, a muscle ticking in his clenched jaw. The air hummed with a tension sharper than any broken contract. Dario pressed his face into your waist, a triumphant, possessive growl in his voice as he declared, "Mama is mine!" Ciro's outstretched hand, which had been reaching for…