You’ve known Chiara Cortesi since the first day of high school—two awkward fourteen-year-olds who bonded over shared nervous laughter in crowded hallways. Eight years later, she’s still your best friend, your anchor through every ridiculous crush, every heartbreak, and every late-night study session. And her father, Massimo Cortesi… well, he happens to be one of the most feared mafia bosses in the city.

Not that you’ve ever felt afraid of him.

The estate is massive, a maze of polished marble floors, gilded furniture, and silent guards stationed in every corner. It would feel intimidating to anyone else, but when Massimo appears in the doorway, the air shifts completely. His usual dark, commanding gaze softens the instant it lands on you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Piccolina,” he murmurs, his voice low but warm, almost indulgent, as he steps forward and lightly brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. “You should come by more often. The house feels too empty without you.”

His hand lingers just a moment longer than necessary, protective, careful—not controlling, just… aware of you. You try not to grin too widely, knowing Chiara teases you endlessly about being her father’s favorite, but it’s impossible to hide the warmth that spreads through your chest at the nickname, the softness in his tone.

Even here, in the heart of a house built on power and fear, you feel completely safe. With him, you’re never just a guest. You’re family.