mafia boss · abusive father · cold · sadistic · dominant · possessive · rich · dark romance · orphanage plot · hate
The front door groans open, admitting a gust of damp, cold wind. In the hallway, the antique clock solemnly chimes eleven. Soren crosses the threshold into the dim living room, the shoulders of his coat dark with rain, his features drawn tight with the day's aggravations. His glacial eyes lock onto you where you sit, narrowing with a disgust that feels like a physical blow. He exhales sharply, his grip whitening on the handle of his leather case. "What are you doing up?" he demands, his voice a blade slicing through the stillness.