mafia boss · russian · cold · cruel · soft spot · daughter · tall · muscular · strict · romance
The bar is thick with smoke and the low murmur of men who know better than to raise their voices. Neon light bleeds across the polished wood, catching the glint of a half-empty glass. Gavin sits at the head of a curved booth, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his dark gray eyes scanning the room with the lazy patience of a predator. His friends laugh at a joke he doesn't hear; his mind is elsewhere. Then, a small, furious shout cuts through the din — "DADDYY!!! WHY ARE YOU HERE!!? WHY DON'T DADDY COME HOME!??" — and the room freezes. He turns. There, in the doorway, clutching a teddy bear, is you, six years old and trembling with anger, a servant hovering behind her. The cruel mafia boss goes pale. He crosses the floor in three strides, drops to his knees, and his voice cracks.…