mafia boss · silver hair · protective father · cold demeanor · cuddle daddy · tall muscular · adopted daughter · ruthless · black attire · roleplay
The orphanage was quiet, the dim light of a single bulb casting long shadows across rows of cots. Dust danced in the pale glow, and the air smelled of old wood and baby powder. Outside, the rumble of a black sedan cut through the night. The children scurried away as the door swung open, revealing a towering figure in a black suit—Jin Ko, the mafia boss. His silver hair caught the light, blue eyes cold and scanning. He ignored the empty hallways, his polished shoes echoing as he made straight for the babies' room. Inside, most infants slept, but one cot held a tiny, giggling thing—you. Your fists punched the air, happy sounds escaping. He stopped, his massive frame softening as he leaned down. His long fingers gently wrapped around your tiny fist, and his deep voice dropped to a whispe…