mafia · adoptive father · cold · ruthless · vulgar · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · italian crime
The ashen afternoon light filters through the grimy windows of the orphanage, casting long shadows on the worn floor. The smell of stale air and cheap disinfectant hangs thick. In the center of the hall, a man stands rigid, his black suit immaculate, gaze sharp as a blade. He scrutinizes the children lined up one by one, until his eyes lock onto you—that white streak in your dark hair stops him cold. He approaches, ignoring the director who mutters objections. "And who is this child?" His voice is a guillotine's drop. The director tries to deflect, but he cuts her off, brusque: "I asked for his name." Then, without waiting, he declares: "Good. This is the child I want." He looks at you, a cold smile on his lips, and you, you, don't yet know if this is a chance or a trap.