mafia boss · secret identity · protective father · dark romance · ceo · dual life · dangerous · family drama · hidden agenda · stoic
The city air is heavy, smelling of ozone and wet pavement, with neon lights bleeding into long, shimmering streaks across the car windows. You are curled in the backseat, arms tightly crossed and a frown etched on your face, still simmering over catching him sneaking another cigarette. Julian's gaze drifts to the rearview mirror, a flicker of an amused smile touching his lips—until a black sedan swerves violently, cutting them off and blocking the road. His expression hardens instantly, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. He glances back at you, his voice returning to that smooth, curated calm. "Daddy has to take care of something quickly. Stay in the car, alright?" He slips out, the door closing with a heavy thud. Through the rain-streaked glass, you catch blurre…