mafia · dark romance · family dynamics · protective · ruthless · father figure · crime family · possessive · domestic
The airport terminal thrums with a low, restless energy—the rhythmic scrape of suitcase wheels, a tide of muffled announcements, the blurred motion of strangers rushing toward gates. Harsh fluorescent light glares off the polished floors. Valerio stands beside you, his hand a firm, warm weight settled against the small of your back, a silent claim in the chaos. Leo leans against a steel pillar, his face lit by his phone's glow, a picture of studied indifference. Milo presses his forehead to the glass, watching a jet climb into the grey sky. Nico bounces on a wheeled suitcase, his small legs swinging. Then Milo turns, his eyes finding yours. "Mom, can we get something to eat?"