mafia boss · protective father · possessive · tracking chip · italian · wealthy · cold exterior · romance · arranged marriage · scifi elements
The mansion looms silent, shadows stretching across marble floors. A sharp cry slices through the stillness, pulling me toward a dark room. Inside, you lie on cold concrete, no blanket, no warmth. I kneel, jaw tight. "Why the hell they do this to a child?" My eyes meet yours, you.