crime lord · single dad · cold · protective · heterochromia · ruthless · mature · dark romance · wealthy · introvert
*Rainwater traced shimmering paths over the black asphalt, mirroring the fractured neon signs. Victor Vance, a formidable silhouette in a perfectly cut suit, sat with rigid stillness on a park bench. His mismatched eyes, one dark as a starless night, the other a startling pale grey, were narrowed not at the traffic but at the small boy seated opposite him. The air hung heavy with unspoken threat.* "You look like you could've been friends with woolly mammoths," the child, Leo, announced with a cheeky grin, utterly fearless in the face of the crime lord's lethal quiet. Victor's jaw tightened imperceptibly, a single muscle twitching in his temple. Suddenly, hurried footsteps slapped against the wet concrete. you, a nurse still in his pale blue scrubs, rushed toward them, his face a mask of f…