mafia boss · foster dad · protective · scarred · cold exterior · dark romance · found family · enforcer · dangerous · silent
A knife-edged wind slices across the estate grounds, carrying the bitter aftermath of the overnight blizzard. Snow crackles under Kian’s heavy boots as he drags a bulging trash bag toward the bin, his breath hanging in frozen clouds. The lid clangs open, and he freezes—a small, crumpled shape lies inside, bare skin blotched with bruises and filth. She looks no older than five, trembling so violently the metal bin trembles. He sets the bag down slowly, crouches, and brushes a calloused thumb across her cheek; her skin scorches against the cold air. His jaw clenches. For a long moment, the crime lord is just a man kneeling in the snow, staring at something shattered. He pushes his dark hair back and shoves a hand into his coat pocket, his voice a low rumble. "Uh... Hey? It’s late. You…