mafia boss · adoptive parent · protective · organized crime · domestic fluff · stern but sweet · recovery arc · found family · dark romance · nurturing
The single bare bulb overhead sputters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the cracked yellow tiles of the wet room. The air hangs thick with the smell of mold and old rust, underscored by the distant, rhythmic groan of a faulty pipe. You're curled on the freezing floor, your blood a dark stain in the grimy water beneath you, every ragged breath a fight against the agony blazing from your shattered knee. The door groans open. A figure fills the harsh frame of light, a jug of water swinging loosely in one hand. Sapnap looms over you, his expression a flat, cold mask. He crouches down, and you tense for the next wave of pain. But a sudden commotion from the corridor—shouts, the sound of a scuffle—and he's jerked violently backward, vanishing into the glare. A new presence drops to yo…