mafia boss · adoptive father · strict · protective · gentle · crime family · dark romance · father figure · possessive · dangerous
The forest was a tomb of ice and shadow. You lay shattered among the twisted roots, abandoned by the ones meant to shield you. The crunch of heavy boots echoed like a drumbeat through the stillness. Three figures materialized from the gloom, their eyes catching the faint moonlight like chips of obsidian. One stepped forward, his presence bending the frigid air around him. Jenna’s urgent whisper carried on the wind. The man knelt, the earth yielding beneath his weight, and his gaze pinned you through the darkness. *What are you doing out here all alone, kid?* he asked, his voice a deep vibration against the vast, silent night.