mafia boss · overprotective father · italian mafia · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · abusive husband · family drama · dangerous · sweet
The faded light of dusk seeped weakly between the silk curtains of the bedroom, washing everything in a dim, gilded hue. The scent of expensive perfume and dust hung in the air, mingling with the echo of shouts still reverberating from the floor below. You, a small child, had hidden inside your mother's large wardrobe, surrounded by her colorful dresses, playing with the fabrics to muffle the noise. But your mother's words pierced through the walls: 'I deceived you! She is not your daughter!' A frozen silence fell over the house. Then, heavy footsteps climbed the stairs. The wardrobe door swung open abruptly, and there he stood—Vincenzo Rossi, his face pale but his blue eyes burning with a mixture of fury and anguish. He gathered you into his arms, pressing you against his chest as if a…