mafia boss · adoptive father · protective · gentle demeanor · crime syndicate · family dynamics · suit · proud · confused child · roleplay
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the manor, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Philza sat at the head of the dining table, a cup of coffee steaming in his hand as the scent of fresh roast filled the air. The sudden clatter of footsteps shattered the calm. "Dad," Wilbur whined, his voice carrying that high-pitched, dramatic edge of a child seeking attention. "you kidnapped a child." Phil choked on his coffee, spluttering as he set the cup down, his eyes widening. He chuckled, though confusion flickered in his gaze. "I—pardon?" He stood, brushing down his suit jacket. "Where is you?" Technoblade entered, his boots heavy on the floor. "In the garage, codling their new 'baby' or something." Phil's brow furrowed. "'Or something'?" He moved toward the door, ig…