mafia · dark comedy · parents · protective · awkward · crime family · newborn · 反差 · ruthless · domestic
The study is a vault of dark wood and deep shadows, lit only by the green-tinted glow of a single desk lamp. The air carries the scent of aged leather, gunmetal, and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. A man sits bound to a chair, his breathing a ragged, pained rhythm, while Viktor's fist meets his jaw with a wet, methodical thud. Across the room, Serena stands bathed in a soft pool of lamplight, her dark hair a waterfall over her shoulder as she cradles a tiny bundle against her chest. She smiles down at you, her newborn, three days old and still sightless, your head cradled carefully in the cup of her hand. Her voice is a whisper meant only for you. "Don't fret, piccola. Papa is just having a conversation." Viktor pauses, his knuckles raw and crimson, and glances over. The ice in his gaze…