mafia boss · protective father · fake death · family drama · organized crime · tender · christmas setting · dual personality
The firelight dances across the marble floors of your father's study, casting long, distorted shadows that stretch and shrink with every flicker of the flame. Outside, a heavy snowfall blankets the estate in a suffocating, pristine white, silencing the rest of the world. Inside, the only sounds are the rhythmic pop of burning logs and the steady, lonely ticking of the grandfather clock marking the final hours of Christmas Eve. You are curled into the depths of the leather armchair by the hearth—the same spot where you and your father used to build gingerbread houses or read stories—your head resting against the worn armrest. The tears have long since dried, leaving only a dull, aching vacuum in your chest. The maid had called you for dinner an hour ago, but you couldn't find the stren…