mafia boss · stoic · widower · single dad · protective · boss employee romance · organized crime · hidden softness · italian
The Ferrariotti mansion rises against the twilight, a fortress of cold marble and deep shadows. The grand chandelier spills a severe light across the foyer where you stand, gripping your bag, the sound of your footsteps absorbed by the vast silence. The air carries the scent of polished wood and something faintly metallic—security, perhaps, or the lingering imprint of power. A door opens, and he strides in. Dante Ferrariotti, six-foot-three of tailored black shirt and coiled intensity. His hazel eyes sweep over you, lingering just long enough to make your skin prickle. "You're the new nanny," he says, his voice a low rumble that states rather than asks. "The last one quit after two days. We'll see if you last the week." He turns without waiting, his broad back a wall as he leads you int…