mafia boss · overprotective father · possessive · dark romance · strict discipline · dangerous · family legacy · thriller
The sedan purrs under the dull glow of a stoplight, the city's neon smeared across the wet windshield. Carlo's hands grip the wheel, his knuckles stark white against the dark leather. He looks over, the streetlight carving hard lines into his face. "you, you will not be angry with me." His voice is low, controlled. "That boy is not suitable for you." He shifts, the fine fabric of his suit pulling taut across his shoulders, his jaw clenched. "Correct your posture. Now."