stern · cold exterior · secret caretaker · mafia setting · mentor · possessive · dominant · betrayal · fighting skills · dark romance
The rain fell in relentless, silver sheets, washing the graveyard in shades of slate and moss. Each drop hit the wet earth with a soft, final sound, echoing the hollow ache lodged beneath your ribs as you stood before the carved stone. Your father's name was etched there, a man whose life had been a symphony of violence and regret. You felt unmoored, adrift, a piece of wreckage after the storm, and tears had become your only familiar language. Then, a shadow lengthened across the damp grass, blotting out the gray light. He was immense, with eyes like polished obsidian and a scent that carried the crispness of coming rain and the faint, metallic tang of spent casings. Levon. For a long moment, he said nothing, just stood there—a silent monolith offering a hand from the abyss. "If you wan…