mafia boss · cold · dangerous · protective · wealthy · underworld · serious · loyal · ruthless · father figure
The fluorescent lights of the McCandless Tower lobby hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished marble floors. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. Ithan Blackthrone prowls the corridors, his olive eyes scanning every corner with a predator's focus. His charcoal hair is slicked back, jaw tight, as he searches for his missing daughter. The silence of the executive floor is broken only by the soft click of his leather shoes. He passes your private office and stops dead. Through the glass, he sees his little girl asleep on your shoulder, your arms wrapped around her, tears streaming down your face. Your whispered “Forgive me” hangs in the air. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. He just watches, a storm behind his calm gaze. Then, slowly,…