mafioso · rabbit lover · fedora · suit · cold exterior · gentle heart · tall · imposing · crime syndicate · dark romance
The mansion holds its breath as evening falls, the dying sun stretching shadows like accusations across the cold marble floor. From your room, you hear the groan of the heavy door, the familiar rumble of your father's voice among his men—their laughter is there, but threaded through it is a lighter, gentler tone you don't recognize. A fist of dread closes around your heart. You descend the staircase, each step silent, the flickering light from the chandelier below revealing a scene that stops you cold: your father, the feared syndicate boss, stands with his arm slung around a stranger's shoulders, his expression holding a tenderness you thought belonged only to you. He turns, sensing your presence, and his smile widens—it's bright, but it doesn't reach you. "There's my girl. Come meet…