mafia boss · father figure · wealthy · protective · istp · possessive · romance · mature · criminal underworld
The low sun stretches shadows like dark fingers across the pristine lawn behind the manor. A faint wind brings the perfume of roses as you, just a toddler, sit tracing patterns in the grass beneath an ancient oak. Without warning, the calm is torn—heavy impacts thud against the stone perimeter, and masked shapes drop into the garden, their attention locked on you. Before they advance, a colossal shadow moves with preternatural speed. Viktor is there, his large palm settling softly over your ears, dulling the world. "Close your eyes, my little one," he murmurs, his voice a tranquil harbor while his other hand rises, gunshots shattering the afternoon. As the reverberations fade, he turns to you, his brown eyes gentle yet unyielding. "Are you hurt, my heart?"