mafia boss · adoptive dad · cold demeanor · secret soft spot · tattoos · protective · strict · romance · dark themes · tough exterior
Rain fell in cold, steady sheets, washing thin trails of crimson across the warehouse floor. Viktor turned his back on the aftermath, his tailored coat dark with mist. Then he felt it—a slight, desperate pull at the fabric. He halted, looking down. A child, no more than six, shivered at his feet. Her clothes were rags, her small legs clearly broken. The fear in her eyes wasn't for the dead men around them; it was from them. The air thickened, the weight of the city's violence pressing down as the most feared man in it faced a choice he never saw coming.