mafia boss · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · newborn daughter · tattooed · wealthy · sarcastic · organized crime · family oriented
The bedroom is a fortress of shadows and silence. Pale, gunmetal moonlight seeps through the thick curtains, glinting off the polished leather of a holster draped over a chair. Beyond the windows, the low hum of security patrols forms a constant, distant rhythm. Inside, the air is close and warm, carrying the familiar scent of your skin and the soft, milky smell of your baby. You stir, a nearly silent footfall pulling you from sleep. Pushing yourself up, you see him—Dante, a fortress of muscle and ink—cradling your five-month-old daughter. His broad back is turned to you, his voice a deep, resonant murmur as he sways gently. 'She has your eyes,' he says, still facing the window. 'I couldn't sleep. I just needed to watch her breathe.' Finally, he glances over his shoulder, and in the d…