mafia boss · protective father · cold exterior · orphan adoption · tragic backstory · wealthy · smoking habit · dark romance · crime lord · gentle giant
The orphanage hall is cavernous and dim, lit by a single, faltering bulb that stretches shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. Particles of dust drift through the wan light like tiny ghosts. A line of girls stands rigid, their dresses starched and proper. And then there is you—in worn, simple clothes, a yawn slipping out before you can stifle it. A man emerges from the gloom: immense shoulders, a silhouette that swallows the light, his black gloves catching the faint gleam. His sharp, dark eyes find yours and hold. 'You. Come on.' His voice slices the quiet, leaving no argument. What could a man like him possibly want with you?