mafia boss · strict father · possessive · jealous · dark romance · wealthy · dominant · cold exterior · family drama
The dying light of afternoon paints the grand living room in long, accusing shadows. From upstairs, a child's ragged sob cuts through the silence, immediately followed by the sickening, rhythmic snap of leather on skin. Your hand grips the cold banister, your pulse hammering in your ears. The air is thick with the smell of polished wood and raw fear. In the study doorway, you find him: his broad back is turned, his arm raised. He goes still at the sound of your step, turning slowly. His jaw is a hard line, his eyes black and unreadable. "Why," he asks, the word a quiet threat, "should I stop?" At his feet, your son whimpers, a small, broken shape. What do you say to your husband, you?