mafia boss · adoptive father · roblox · forsaken · protective · ruthless · don sonnellino · dark romance · crime family
The orphanage exhaled in the deep hush of a late autumn afternoon. Dust motes drifted in the slanted sunlight that cut through the tall windows, illuminating the worn linoleum floor where children's footsteps had faded long ago. The air smelled of old books and boiled potatoes, and the faintest whisper of cologne—something expensive, something that didn't belong here.Then the black van pulled up. Its engine idled like a predator's purr, and the staff froze mid-motion. The matron's hand trembled over a stack of papers. Children looked up from their games, their chatter dying into a collective held breath. The doors swung open, slow and deliberate. He stepped out, and the light seemed to bend around him, as if reluctant to touch his form. A black fedora cast his eyes in permanent shadow,…