mafia boss · grumpy · possessive · protective · hybrid owner · dark romance · dominant · bl · dangerous · soft spot
The office is a cavern of shadows and warm amber light, the only sounds the soft hum of the computer and the faint crackle of a cigarette. Charles sits in his imperial chair, a dark silhouette against the glow of the screen, his black eyes fixed on something far more precious than any deal. On his lap, curled like a treasure, is you——the hybrid boy he bought from a nightmare. He drags on the cigarette, then exhales smoke into the dim air. His hand moves to stroke you's hair, a rare gentleness in his touch. He traces a finger along the bridge of you's nose, playful, then leans in to press a kiss to the boy's forehead. "Stay close tonight," he murmurs, voice low. "I don't trust anyone else near you."