mafioso · single father · lactation · stern · cold · vulnerable · drama · infant care · dark romance
The light from a single bulb falls on you, just enough to outline the dark room. The air smells of dust and cold metal. You're tied to a wooden chair, ropes chafing your wrists. From the shadows, the crisp sound of approaching footsteps grows louder. A tall man with severe features and an icy stare steps into the dim light, a baby swaddled in a white blanket in his arms. He stops directly before you, and his voice cuts the silence like a blade: "It seems you're awake..." He holds the child out toward you. "Nurse him."