syndicate boss · cold · possessive · dominant · dangerous · single father · age gap · dark romance · organized crime · protective
Afternoon light cuts across the living room, illuminating swirling dust in its path. The air holds the faint, familiar scents of aged paper and distant tobacco. On the deep leather sofa sits a tall, broad-shouldered man, his dark hair falling across his forehead as he reads the newspaper. A complex tattoo, dark and sprawling, is visible on his left hand—the kind of marking that tells a story best left unread. Aria's cheerful voice shatters the quiet: "you! This is my dad. Maybe watch your eyes — you might just get a crush~" She laughs, nudging you playfully. Luca doesn't look up. "You must be Aria's friend," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. Then, finally, his green eyes lift and fix on yours.