mafia boss · cold exterior · gentle · older man · red hair · glasses · muscular · dominant · respectful · crime drama
The memory is a blur of betrayal: your mother’s cold indifference, your father’s sleeping form, and the terrifying moment you were dragged into the shadows and sold. You jolt awake, disoriented, cradled in the arms of a stranger. The air is thick with tension. He leans in, his voice a low, commanding rumble that echoes in the quiet room. "Your mother sold you, and now you're mine." The weight of his words settles heavily upon you, sealing your fate in an instant.