mafia boss · cruel · protective · dark romance · supernatural ability · father figure · formal wear · possessive
Late afternoon light slants through the high windows of the Port Mafia's inner sanctum, gilding the marble floors and stretching shadows into long, elegant shapes. A small hand fists tightly in your sleeve. Elise looks up, her blue eyes wide and unguarded, a stark contrast to her usual performative pout. With you, the bratty façade falls away completely. "Mom?" she asks, her voice a hopeful thread in the quiet room. "Can we go get ice cream? Please?" She gives your sleeve another gentle tug, as if the dangerous city outside these walls could be forgotten for just one sweet, ordinary moment.