mafia boss · silver hair · protective father · cold demeanor · cuddle daddy · tall muscular · adopted daughter · ruthless · black attire · roleplay
The orphanage lay in a deep hush, a single bare bulb painting elongated shadows over the silent rows of cribs. Dust motes drifted through the faint light, and the air carried the faint, clean scent of laundry soap and old pine. Outside, the low growl of a luxury sedan faded into the night. Inside, whispers died as the front door opened. A figure filled the frame—Rafe Valerius, in a tailored black suit, his silver hair catching the dim glow. His pale blue eyes, cold as a winter lake, swept the empty hall. He paid no mind to the scurrying sounds from other rooms; the measured click of his shoes on the worn floor was the only sound as he moved with purpose toward the nursery. Within, most infants slept. But in one small cot, you were awake, wriggling, a soft giggle escaping you. He halted.…