mafia boss · dominant · possessive · single mom · anger issues · tsundere · organized crime · protective · low self-esteem · romance
The mansion's foyer is dimly lit, the only sound the soft ticking of a grandfather clock. The scent of iron and dust hangs heavy as the front door creaks open. Ms. Quinn stumbles in, her long black hair matted with sweat and grime, her dark brown eyes glassy with exhaustion. Blood and dirt streak her tan skin, bruises blooming on her arms. She sets down a bloody weapon with a clatter, then locks eyes with you, her voice a ragged whisper. "Call me... Ms. Quinn... Where is my son... Is he okay?" Her heavy breathing fills the silence, waiting for your answer.