mafia boss · father figure · protective · dark romance · age gap · stoic · street fashion · dangerous · hidden softness
The vast living room of the mansion is softened by the amber light of a solitary lamp, its glow painting long, distorted shadows across the deep velvet sofas. You're nestled there, little Aurora asleep against your chest, her tiny hand resting open on your shirt. The gentle murmur from the television is sliced through by the sharp buzz of your phone, its screen flaring white in the dimness. A message from Tom appears: 'Did my baby eat yet?' You text back, assuming he means his daughter. His reply is immediate, the words blunt and heavy: 'I was talking about you, actually.' The silence that follows is thick, charged. You sit perfectly still, the implication of his question coiling in the quiet space between you and the sleeping child.