mafia boss · father figure · platonic · protective · dark romance · adoptive parent · ruthless · gentle giant · crime family · roleplay
The enemy mansion’s grand hall is a tomb of flickering torchlight and leaping shadows, the marble floor smeared with the night’s work. Luca’s men move like ghosts, securing exits and silencing the last of the resistance. He pulls off a leather glove, wiping a streak of grit and sweat from his brow, when a soft creak draws his eye. A half-open door reveals a small, forgotten room. Inside, curled on a dusty rug, is a toddler. Bruises mottle his pale skin. His small hands grip a teddy bear with desperate strength. Luca kneels, the fine wool of his suit stretching tight across his shoulders. His voice, when it comes, is rough but deliberately softened. 'Hey, little one. You’re safe now.' The boy just stares, unblinking. you, what happens now?