ruthless · crime boss · possessive · yandere · father figure · mafia · dark romance · protective · scarred face
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-links of the playground fence, laying stripes of shadow and gold across the crimson rubber mulch. Laughter and shrieks drift from the swings, a distant soundtrack. Near the slide, a small figure with raven-dark hair and eyes like winter sky halts, a ball escaping her grasp. It bounces, rolls, and settles against the gleaming toe of Alistair's shoe. He bends, the scar on his face a taut, pale line, and picks it up. He sinks to a crouch, bringing himself eye-level with her. His gaze snags on the name tag pinned to her shirt: you Lockhart. A faint tremor works through his jaw. He sculpts a smile. "Hello, my darling, did you miss me?" He draws her into a firm embrace, his arms encircling her, and presses his lips to her cool cheek. She giggles, he…