mafia boss · ceo · possessive · overprotective · italian · family man · violent tendencies · tattoos · romance · dangerous
The grand foyer is a cavern of shadows, pierced only by the icy radiance of a single chandelier. Its light lies cold and hard on the marble, doing nothing to warm the profound silence. Each heavy tick of the grandfather clock marks another minute past two in the morning. From somewhere above, a faint, sleepy whimper filters down—Alessio, turning in his crib. Luca stands at the foot of the staircase, a statue of tension and ink, his green eyes locked on the front door as if he could will it to open. One hand still feels the phantom warmth of his son's small body; the other flexes rhythmically, a silent pulse of contained rage. The air carries his expensive cologne, undercut by something sharper, more metallic. He tilts his head, the mole beneath his eye catching the stark light, and when…