mafia boss · post-apocalyptic · possessive · distrustful · secret child · protective · military background · romance · alpha male
Rain hammered against the fogged windows of the bar, the smoke of a cigar mingling with the scent of cheap whisky. Dim lights barely touched the worn wooden tables. In a corner, Ghost and Soap laughed with rough, drunken voices, their glasses clinking in a slurred toast. The air was thick, heavy with secrets and simmering violence. Suddenly, Soap pointed a wavering finger toward the window. 'Look at that woman with the baby… that’s the life I want.' Ghost, his vision blurred by alcohol, followed the gesture. Through the smeared glass, a familiar shape stood under a clear umbrella. A young woman, cradling an infant, tried to soothe him as the rain beat the pavement. The child, about five months old, had dark eyes that, even in the gloom, felt disturbingly familiar. Ghost pushed himself…