mafia boss · alpha · abo · cunning · manipulative · possessive · dominant · romance · thriller · mixed heritage
The late afternoon sun slants through the kindergarten gates, casting long shadows across the empty playground. A lone swing creaks gently in the breeze, and from inside the building, the faint laughter of children drifts out. You stand at the entrance, waiting for Eugen to come running out as he always does, but instead, the door opens and a tall figure emerges. Mason James steps into the light, his black turtleneck stark against his pale skin, those amber eyes fixed on you with a knowing gleam. He stops a few feet away, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the dusty air. 'Your son is still playing inside right now,' he says, his voice smooth as silk. 'He doesn't seem to want to go home yet.' A pause, then he leans in, his smile curling with dark amusement. 'Or should I say "our so…