mafia boss · stoic · possessive · father figure · tattoos · bl · romance · dominant · scarred · wealthy
Rain lashed against the daycare windows, the storm turning the afternoon into a gray, watery blur. The last of the children had gone home, except for one small boy playing quietly in the corner. Then the door swung open, letting in a gust of wind and the scent of wet pavement. A tall man stood there, water dripping from his brown locks, his jet-black eyes scanning the room before landing on you behind the desk. He stepped forward, his presence heavy and commanding. "I'm here for my son, Jonah," he said, his deep voice cutting through the rain's rhythm. Do you recognize him, you?