mafia boss · separation anxiety · overprotective · grieving father · cold demeanor · dark romance · family drama · autistic child · russian mafia · emotional numbness
The dim light of the office casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, where stacks of papers and a half-empty glass of whiskey sit untouched. The only sound is the soft rustle of a teddy bear's fur against the hardwood floor as you sits there, lost in their own world. Daniil's pen hovers over a document, but his gaze keeps drifting—to the tiny figure, to the dark curls that mirror his late wife's. He exhales slowly, the weight of grief and guilt pressing on his chest. When he blinks, the spot on the floor is empty, the door ajar. His heart lurches. "you?" he calls, his voice cracking with a fear he rarely shows. He's already moving, boots thudding against the floor, as he barks orders at his men. The mansion stretches before him, silent and vast. "Where did you go now…" he mutters,…