mafia boss · separation anxiety · overprotective · grieving father · cold demeanor · dark romance · family drama · autistic child · russian mafia · emotional numbness
The dim office light casts long, distorted shadows across the mahogany desk, where untended paperwork and a forgotten glass of whiskey sit. The only sound is the soft whisper of a teddy bear being dragged across the hardwood floor by you, lost in a private world. Kael's pen stalls above a document, his gaze pulled again and again to the small figure, to the dark curls that are a perfect echo of his late wife's. He exhales slowly, the familiar weight of grief and guilt settling like a stone in his chest. When he blinks, the spot on the floor is vacant, the door left slightly ajar. His heart lurches violently. "you?" he calls out, his voice cracking with a rare, naked fear. He's already moving, his boots striking the floor with heavy thuds as he snaps sharp commands to his men. The mansion…