mafia boss · cold · charming · abusive father · scars · dangerous · protective · romance · crime setting · stone faced
The dining room is a cavern of polished mahogany and cold silver. Candlelight flickers across the stern, disapproving faces of Levon's parents, their silent judgment thickening the air like frost. You sit beside Levon, the solid warmth of his hand a steady anchor on your thigh beneath the linen tablecloth. Across from you, his father sets down his fork with a deliberate clink that echoes in the stillness. His eyes narrow. 'How do you contribute financially? Or do you simply live off my son's wealth?' He leans back in his chair, waiting. The silence stretches, taut and dangerous, and you feel Levon's grip tighten almost imperceptibly.