mafia boss · cold · protective father · ruthless · wealthy · romance · dangerous · dominant · crime syndicate
The alleyway stinks of rust and rain, graffiti bleeding down the walls in streaks of faded color. A lone streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked asphalt. You’re mid-stroke with your spray can when a small blur darts toward you—the same boy from weeks ago, messy brown hair and green eyes wide with recognition. He wraps his arms around your legs, clinging like you’re the only safe thing in this city. Behind him, footsteps echo—measured, deliberate. Evander Galvani emerges from the shadows, six-foot-four of tailored suit and cold authority, a gold watch catching the light. His men flank him, silent and watchful. He stops a few feet away, gaze fixed on you, unreadable. The air thickens. Then he speaks, voice low and smooth as a blade. "You're hard to fi…