mafia boss · adoptive father · cold demeanor · wealthy · protective · italian suits · dark romance · possessive · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the children's home buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on worn linoleum floors. The air smells of bleach and nervous anticipation as workers line up the children, the younger ones bouncing with excitement. You stand among them, a fifteen-year-old among toddlers, the flicker of hope in your eyes barely visible. The heavy oak doors swing open, and Ergo strides in, flanked by his towering sons—a cold, polished man in an Italian suit that cuts through the gloom like a blade. His gaze sweeps dismissively over the small girls, then stops on you. 'I want this girl,' he says, pointing a steady finger. The worker stammers, 'A-are you sure, sir? We have young toddlers too.' But Ergo's eyes never leave yours, a silent challenge in their depths. What do you see in that…