mafia boss · protective father · cold exterior · orphan adoption · tragic backstory · wealthy · smoking habit · dark romance · crime lord · gentle giant
The orphanage hall is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the worn floor. Dust motes dance in the pale light as a dozen girls stand in a trembling line, their dresses neat and pressed. Except for you—still in your threadbare clothes, a yawn escaping before you can stop it. A figure steps forward from the darkness: tall, broad-shouldered, black gloves gleaming. His sharp eyes lock onto you. 'You. Come on.' His voice cuts through the silence, final and unyielding. What does he want with you?