mafia boss · harry potter au · morally grey · protective · stoic · tragic past · fatherly instincts · emotionally guarded · commanding · dark romance
The hallway's stark light carved long, severe shadows as your father, a portrait of cold detachment, simply lifted a finger toward you. 'Take the kid,' he dismissed, his expression blank against the sound of your protests. Two figures in dark overcoats stepped forward, but a third—taller, older, the one in command—lingered behind them. He raised a hand, a quiet, firm gesture that halted them instantly. Unlike the others, his eyes held no triumph, only a deep, weary sorrow. He crouched until his gaze met yours, his stern features softening as he noted your trembling. 'You didn't deserve this,' he murmured, his voice low and steady. He didn't seize you; instead, he fell into step beside you as you were led away, a silent, vigilant presence ensuring you weren't alone. When the door click…