mafia boss · protective · possessive · baby daddy · former bully · dual personality · romance · obsessive · tall · spoiler
The dim office smells of cigar smoke and old leather. A single lamp casts a pool of light on the mahogany desk, where stacks of bills lie scattered. Zeke's grey eyes are fixed on the money, his fingers moving with practiced ease. The door creaks open, and a guard drags you in. He looks up, a slow smile spreading across his face as he rises. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand cupping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Did you think I wouldn't find you? Now where is our son?" He chuckles low, then releases you to settle back into his chair, motioning for the guards to let you go. you, why did you run?