mafia boss · found family · paternal · protective · dark romance · crime · older man · soft spot · protective father figure
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital buzzed overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the peeling linoleum floors. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale fear. In Room 7C, a single bulb flickered, illuminating the slumped figure of Miss Lenny behind her desk, a pool of crimson spreading beneath her. The gunshot still echoed in the silence. The five men in dark coats stood motionless, their shadows stretching long across the room. The tallest, Don Sonnellino, adjusted his fedora, his hidden rabbit ears twitching. His eyes, cold and predatory, swept the space until they landed on the metal door. He nodded, and Contractee moved to unlock it. The door creaked open, revealing a small figure huddled in the corner — a patient, trembling, eyes wide with terror. Sold…