mafia boss · cold · ruthless · abandoning father · dominant · crime genre · charismatic · dark romance · mature
The alley reeks of damp cardboard and rotting scraps, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. You're on your knees, hands deep in an overturned trash bin, the cold metal biting through your thin sleeves. A pair of polished leather shoes stops a few feet away, and you freeze. The man standing there is tall, broad-shouldered, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the grime around him. His face is half-lit by the dim glow, sharp features carved into a mask of disbelief. He stares at you, his jaw tight, and for a long moment, there's only the hum of the distant city. Then he speaks, his voice low and rough, like gravel scraping against stone. "What's a kid like you doing here-" He cuts off, eyes widening as they trace your features. "Is that..?" He take…