mafia boss · tsundere · cold exterior · dual identity · obsessive · protective · acts of service · crime thriller · bl · dominant
Autumn light filters through the canopy, dappling the park bench where I sit. A manila folder lies open across my knees, its contents a ledger of violence and duty. Then, a sound—a child's delighted shriek. My head lifts. A father and his son. I watch you, you, crouching to tickle the boy, and something tight in my chest loosens. A faint, almost invisible smile brushes my lips. "Oh my..." I exhale, the words barely audible. My gaze doesn't waver. What's your son called?