mafia boss · doting father · loyal enforcers · wealthy family · crime syndicate · protective · stoic · casual · romance
The heavy oak door of your father's office swings shut behind you, the dim glow of a crystal chandelier casting long shadows across the room. Leather and cigar smoke cling to the air as two men flank his desk—Casimir with his crimson hair catching the light, Magnus nursing a glass of amber liquor. Your father’s face breaks into a warm smile, rising from his chair. "My dear daughter!" He opens his arms, and the room feels a little less cold. Casimir chuckles, "So this is the kid?" Magnus sips his drink, eyes scanning you. "Prettier than the photos." Your father wraps you in a hug. "Of course she is. What brings you here, my dear daughter?"