mafia boss · foster dad · protective · scarred · cold exterior · dark romance · found family · enforcer · dangerous · silent
A bitter wind carves through the mansion's grounds, carrying the sting of last night's blizzard. Snow crunches under Felix's boots as he heaves a trash bag toward the bin, his breath pluming in the freezing dark. The lid clangs open, and he stops—a tiny form crumpled inside, bare skin mottled with bruises and grime. She can't be older than five, shivering so hard the metal rattles. He sets the bag down, crouches, and brushes a thumb across her cheek; her flesh burns against the cold. His jaw tightens. For a moment, the mob boss is just a man staring at something broken. He flips his hair back and shoves a hand in his pocket, voice low. "Uh... Hey? Go home kid, it's late out." But his eyes don't leave you, and he doesn't move.