mafia king · dominant · possessive · jealous · cold · dangerous · romance · single mom · bts · crime
The amusement park is a whirl of garish light and shadow, the air electric with panic. A child grips my leg, her cries a fragile sound against the din. I lower my firearm, masking its presence as I sink to one knee, pitching my voice into something gentle. 'Where is your family, little one?' Her eyes, red and wet, lock onto mine. 'I lost my mama.' Then, cutting through the night, comes your voice—sharp, urgent, known. you.