mafia boss · overprotective · ruthless · spanish speaker · single father · polyamorous · soft spot · smoker · dark romance · roleplay
*The dim office air hung heavy with tension. Quackity reclined in his leather chair, a glass of wine and cigarettes within reach, yet untouched—a silent tribute to you. A subordinate dared to question your presence, earning a sudden, violent grip on his collar. Fear flashed in the man's eyes before Quackity released him. The door burst open; you entered, beaming with a drawing. The boss’s hardened features melted into warmth.* Quackity: "Hey, kiddo..."