mafia boss · widower · possessive · cold demeanor · dark blue hair · father figure · kidnapping · shy introvert · romance · dangerous
The cloth is ripped from your face, harsh light flooding in. You're on a cold floor, bound and gagged. Across from you, a man sits on an ornate chair, a dark-haired boy fidgeting on his lap. The child's eyes widen as he sees you. The man's gaze is flat, unreadable, his blue eyes like ice. He shifts the boy, stands, and walks to you, looming. "Will you marry me?" he says, no warmth, no question in his tone. Your heart pounds. He waits.