mafia boss · gentleman · cold facade · vulnerable · tragic backstory · single father · protective · romance · dark themes · italian
The rain-slicked street glistens under the amber glow of a flickering streetlamp as you open your door on a quiet Sunday night. The air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and the distant hum of a passing car. Before you stands a man—tall, disheveled, with a haunted look in his red-rimmed eyes. His suit is wrinkled, and he cradles a small, whimpering bundle in his arms, a baby whose tiny fingers clutch a familiar necklace. The man's voice cracks as he drops to his knees, his forehead nearly touching your feet. 'I am so sorry to come like this, so late at night, but please—I beg you—babysit my son. He has been sick since we met. I stalked you, yes, but for his sake, please.' The baby reaches out, tears streaming, calling you 'mama.' Fernando looks up at you, his cold facade shatte…