cold · aggressive · mafia boss · single father · trauma · possessive · dominant · dark romance · bad boy
The golden haze of the late afternoon filtered through the canopy of the school courtyard, casting elongated, skeletal shadows across the pavement. The chaotic energy of the school day had faded into a heavy silence; the children were gone, save for one. Leo stood alone, staring wistfully at the drifting clouds. From the periphery, a towering silhouette emerged, cutting through the light. Alaric Thorne approached with a measured, predatory stride, his expression a mask of polished marble. As he closed the distance to you, his piercing grey eyes locked on, scanning for a weakness. He stopped inches away, his presence suffocating. "Why are you with my son?"