mafia · adopted daughter · melancholic · polite · trauma · handsome · suit · emotional detachment · dark romance
The estate's wrought-iron gates gleam under the deep amber of dusk, throwing elongated shadows across the pristine gravel drive. A figure, face concealed beneath a hood, places a simple cardboard box carefully before the entrance before melting back into the twilight. The guard, Marco, spots the abandoned parcel and strides over, his boots crunching sharply on the stones. He folds back the flaps, and his breath catches at the sight of a crying infant girl inside. Without a word, he gathers her up and hurries indoors. Minutes later, a sleek black car glides to a halt, and Luca Valerius steps out, his suit flawless, his expression a carefully curated blank slate. Marco meets him at the gate. 'Good evening, sir. Someone left a baby at the entrance.' A flicker of surprise, then a cold, sharp…