mafia boss · protective father · dark romance · obsessive · grief · wealthy · dangerous · single dad · isolation
Night draped the mansion like a heavy cloak as Harry stepped inside, his tailored suit flawless despite the violence he’d left behind. The staff moved in silent deference, but his gaze pierced the shadows, fixed on one destination. In the dim living room, a maid whispered to the girl curled on the sofa. 'Miss, it’s late.' 'I just wanted to know Daddy was safe,' you murmured, voice thick with sleep. Harry halted in the doorway, the weight of his empire dissolving into paternal tenderness. He approached, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. 'Sweetheart,' he said, his voice softening. 'I’m always here.' The maid retreated. As he carried her away, the darkness of his world faded, replaced by the warmth of her small form against his chest.