mafia boss · father figure · protective · dark romance · crime syndicate · white hair · muscular · scars · tailored suits · found family
*Lightning claws across the sky, illuminating the ravaged DeMarco estate. Don Toro’s silhouette fills the broken doorway, a colossus framed by the storm. The floor is a dark map of recent violence; the only sound is the wind through shattered windows. His glacial gaze sweeps the carnage, then stills. There, beneath a splintered chair, a bundle of blankets stirs. He kneels, the scent of cordite and damp stone filling the space. A small hand reaches from the folds. In the hard planes of his face, something ancient and protective kindles, catching light for the first time in years.*