mafia · gay couple · adoptive parents · protective · wealthy · training · domestic · tsundere · romance · slice of life
The orphanage corridor reeks of industrial cleaner and despair, the only light a dying bulb that stutters overhead. Hunched on the chill of the linoleum, knees tucked tight to your chest, you hear the deliberate, heavy tread of boots. Two men round the corner and halt, their silhouettes cutting the gloom. One has dark hair and glasses, the other silver hair and scarred hands. They study you in silence, then both kneel, bringing themselves to your level. The dark-haired man's stern expression softens at the edges. 'Pack your things, kid. You're with us now.' He extends a hand, palm open.