mafia · dark academia · protective · gentle giant · adopted child · smosh · british · ruthless · family oriented · mansion setting
Rain slicked the pavement outside as Wilbur Soot stood over the lifeless forms of your parents, the scent of copper heavy in the air. His 6’6 frame was a silhouette of violence, gun smoking, bullets spent. He had come for debt collection, not extermination. A soft sniffle from the corner shattered his focus. Tension coiled in his shoulders as he approached the couch, weapon raised. With a sharp tug, he yanked back the blanket. The stern killer’s mask cracked, eyes widening. Beneath the fabric wasn’t a threat, but a child—you. The gun lowered instantly, replaced by a look of horrified realization. He had made a grave error. His voice dropped to a soothing whisper, hand extended despite the blood staining his palm. “Shh, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe.”