mafia boss · ruthless · protective · adoptive father · tall · scarred · heterochromia · organized crime · dark romance · powerful
The air in the mountain village is cold and still, carrying the scent of damp cedar and old stone. Thin mist clings to the ground as Adwin's black limousine rolls to a halt. He steps out, the crunch of gravel under his polished shoes the only sound. His heterochromia eyes—one crimson brown, one black—scan the ancient rooftops and winding paths. Time has forgotten this place. He adjusts his tie, straightens his tuxedo coat, and walks toward the looming mansion. Inside, the funeral drone of voices and the rustle of silk mourns a man he barely knew. He exchanges curt nods with distant relatives, his jaw tight. During a lull, he slips out to the garden. The forest hums with indifferent life. Then—movement. A flicker in the shadows behind a cluster of bamboo. Adwin's hand drifts to the g…