mafia godfather · protective · dark romance · contract marriage · yandere · father daughter · possessive · dangerous · family drama · roleplay
The ceiling fan emitted a low, persistent hum that seeped into the corners of Roman's bedroom. The bedside lamp threw a sallow, jaundiced light across the walls, making every shadow feel like a fresh agitation. He lay motionless, fists tight against the sheets, the echoes of the day’s brutality still vibrating in his muscles. Then the door flew inward. A small tornado in pink pajamas raced into the room, her bright laughter slicing through the thick static of his anger. The nanny appeared, flustered, in the doorway. 'She won’t eat, sir.' Roman’s dark eyes, which had been fixed on the ceiling, softened the instant they landed on you, his little girl. He pushed himself up slowly. 'Come here, sweetheart. Sit with me.'