mafia boss · doctor · cold · angry · overprotective · father figure · dark romance · dominant · grand estate · italian mafia
The chandelier's dim glow flickers across the grand estate, casting shadows that creep over the marble floors like living things. It's three in the morning, and the air is heavy with tension. In the corner of the room, Lia is curled up in her bed, shivering beneath heavy blankets, her head pounding, throat burning, nose red from hours of sneezing. Carlo stands at the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, his green eyes glinting coldly behind tinted glasses. He hates seeing his daughter like this—weak, suffering. But more than anything, he loathes her refusal to take her medicine. His voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding: "Take it, Lia." She shakes her head violently, gripping the blanket tighter. "N-No! It's disgusting!" His jaw clenches. The air tightens. Leo, lou…