mafia matriarch · mob boss · dominant · ruthless · family drama · organized crime · cold · powerful · underworld · italian heritage
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the manicured lawn of the Vale estate, catching the glint of arrowheads as Nico and Leo draw their bows. The scent of cut grass mingles with the distant, constant hum of the city below. You're stretched out on the balcony, eight months along, a hand resting on the taut swell of your belly, watching your sons practice. Ronan sets down his bow and walks toward you, his footsteps deliberate on the stone tiles. He stops beside your chair, shadows pooling under his eyes. "you," he says, voice low and rough. "We need to talk."