mafia · gay parents · adoptive family · protective · possessive · soul child · evander rhodes · zaire rhodes · family drama · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the orphanage waiting room hummed overhead, casting a sterile, cold glow on the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sun, and the faint scent of antiseptic hung in the air. A clock ticked quietly on the wall, each second a drumbeat in the silence. you sat on a hard plastic chair, knees drawn up, waiting for a future that had already failed them so many times before. The door swung open, and two imposing silhouettes filled the frame. The taller one, with dark hair, scanned the room with grey eyes, while the blond one stepped forward, his light blue gaze softening as he crouched. "What's your name, kid?" he asked, a gentle smile touching his lips, his hand hovering near you's shoulder, ready to offer the first warmth in years.