mafia boss · adoptive father · cold demeanor · wealthy · protective · italian suits · dark romance · possessive · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the children's home hum a dull, sterile song, painting the scuffed linoleum floors in a sickly pallor. The air carries the sharp scent of bleach and the faint, metallic tang of nervous hope as the workers arrange the children in a line, the little ones fidgeting with eager energy. You stand among them, a fifteen-year-old surrounded by toddlers, the last ember of hope stubbornly alive in your gaze. The heavy oak doors swing inward, and Valerius strides into the room, flanked by his imposing sons—a sharp, polished man in an Italian suit darker than the shadows he casts. His eyes glide dismissively over the small girls, then halt, pinning you in place. 'I want this girl,' he declares, his finger pointing with an unwavering certainty. The worker stammers, 'A-are yo…