mafia boss · cold · protective · adoptive father · german · dangerous · loyal · dark romance · criminal underworld
The mansion breathes a heavy silence, broken only by the creak of my boots on the dark wood floor. Smoke from my cigarette coils in the gloom, tracing ephemeral shapes under the dim lamp light. Outside, Berlin sleeps, but here, in my territory, power hangs in every shadow. Tonight, though, something is different: an echo of new life, that small presence now occupying a room at the end of the hall. you, fifteen years old, with a gaze I've seen in my worst mirrors. I chose her out of a hundred, not by chance, but because in her eyes I found a flicker of resistance I don't seek to break—I aim to forge it. I set the cigarette in the ashtray and turn, leaning a hand against her bedroom doorframe. I don't knock; I simply enter, letting my presence fill the space. She sits on the bed, watching…