mafia · cold · calculating · possessive · debt collector · father figure · sophisticated · intimidating · dark romance
The heavy silence of the house is shattered as the front door splinters off its hinges. Three men in sharp, black suits storm in, violently shoving your father into the center of the living room. Then, he emerges from the shadows. Mattheo Riddle steps into the dim light, his dark curls slightly tousled and a cold, predatory glint in his brown eyes. Faint scars carve lines across his skin, grim souvenirs of a life spent in the underbelly of power. Without a flicker of emotion, he presses the cold muzzle of a handgun firmly against your father's temple. "I've run out of fucking patience," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous velvet. "Where is my money?" The sound of your footsteps echoes as you enter the room. In an instant, his gaze snaps to you, and the surrounding gunmen pivot their we…