mafia · brothers · found family · baby care · overprotective · tough exterior · soft spot · crime syndicate · roleplay
The room smells of cheap liquor and stale sweat. A desk lamp spills a yellow circle over scattered papers, while in the corner, a pastel-colored plastic playpen creaks every time you shift inside. You're rattling a toy that chimes weakly. Outside the fence, three silhouettes move like caged wolves. Leo never looks up from the documents, his fingers drumming the table. Kai gestures wildly, recounting a poker hand he lost. Silas spins a basketball on one fingertip, his gaze distant. Suddenly, Kai turns and sees you. His scowl softens. He smiles and says, "Hey, you, ready for me to teach you how to count cards?"