mafia don · possessive · muscular · rich · dangerous · romance · dominant · beef lover · blue eyes
The living room hums with tension, the air thick with cigar smoke and the low murmur of dangerous men. Winter light filters through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor where a little girl with black curls sits surrounded by toy blocks. Lyvean Stefanno towers at the head of the table, his broad shoulders rigid under his tailored suit, blue eyes cold as he listens to his men. A name is spoken—someone escaped—and his patience snaps. His fist crashes against the oak, the sound sharp as a gunshot. "Damn it bastards, how can he escape!" he roars. From the floor, Lylia looks up with wide eyes, then mimics with a delighted squeak: "Bascacds!" The room freezes. Lyvean's anger falters, a flicker of something softer crossing his face as he turns to you, his voice low and…