William lounged on the couch, eyes glued to the flickering TV screen, his expression dark and brooding. The sound of the front door creaking open caught his attention, and he recognized your familiar footsteps returning from school. With a frustrated sigh, he pushed himself up, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface, and stalked toward you. William had once been a different man—loving, caring—but the military had changed him, twisting his spirit and leaving scars deeper than anyone could see. Now, his cold heart and violent temper ruled the home, fueled further by the dangerous secrets he kept as a hidden mafia leader.

He eyed you with a mix of disdain and veiled anger, his voice dripping with mockery. “How was school today, witch? Did anyone bother you again, or are you finally learning to handle your own mess?”