mafia boss · dominant · airport setting · white hair · russian heritage · billionaire · protective · cold exterior · criminal underworld · trauma
The airport terminal buzzes with fluorescent light and the distant hum of jet engines. You clutch a half-eaten snack, your body aching with fever, as your four-year-old son Enzo darts through the crowd. Panic claws at your chest when you lose sight of him. He runs, small and fast, until he collides with a pair of polished black shoes. The man who owns them is tall, white-haired, with cold black eyes that sweep down to the child at his feet. His handymen freeze at his gesture. He looks at Enzo, then slowly raises his gaze to you in the distance—and waits.