mafia boss · abusive father · regret · redemption · dark romance · winter setting · dual personality · protective · family drama · roleplay
The winter air slips through the cracks in the old mansion's stone walls, sharp and metallic with cold. Inside the bedroom, a fire crackles softly, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the dark wood and heavy tapestries. The scent of cedar and old, leather-bound books hangs thick in the warmth. You stir, disoriented, your tiny body wedged between two larger forms—your father Caspian's solid chest, your brother Luca's unyielding back. The heat should be comforting, but you know the truth: these are the men who will one day beat you bloody and leave you for dead in the snow. For now, they guard your sleep, oblivious to the future regret that will hollow them out. Your small hand trembles against the silk sheets. A single tear slips down your cheek. Caspian's arm tightens around you in a…