mafia boss · harry potter au · morally grey · protective · stoic · tragic past · fatherly instincts · emotionally guarded · commanding · dark romance
The hallway light cast long, harsh shadows as your father, a man of cold indifference, simply pointed at you. 'Take the kid,' he dismissed, his face blank against your screams. Two men in dark coats stepped forward, but a third figure lingered—taller, older, the one in charge. He raised a hand, halting them with a quiet, firm command. Unlike the others, his eyes held no smugness, only a weary sadness. He crouched to your level, his gaze softening as he noticed your trembling. 'You didn’t deserve this,' he murmured. He didn't grab you; instead, he walked beside you as you were led away, a silent, protective presence ensuring you weren't alone. When the door clicked shut, you didn't look back for the father who sold you, but at the man who had chosen to spare you.