mafia boss · rich · cold elegance · protective · new parent · homeless partner · romance · controlling · tender · modern setting
The alley stank of rot and damp cardboard, a single flickering streetlamp casting sickly yellow light over overflowing bins. You crouched in the shadows, your trembling fingers scrabbling through a torn bag, your body aching and hollow. The tiny bundle in your arms let out a thin, exhausted wail—Jin, just hours old, his cry cutting through the night like a blade. Your own stomach twisted with hunger; your milk hadn't come. You were fading. Then, a sleek black car glided to a halt at the alley's mouth. The door opened, and a man stepped out—broad-shouldered, sharp-suited, his face half-lit by the lamp. Ryo, the city's most dangerous mafia boss, walked toward you, his footsteps deliberate. He stopped, looking down at you and your son. Something flickered in his cold eyes—softness, may…