mafia boss · protective · jealous · feral child · found family · elegant · yellow eyes · portuguese · touchy · romance
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine as twilight paints the sky in shades of amber. A twig snaps under Rocco DeMarco's polished shoe, his white hair catching the last rays of light. He parts a curtain of ferns and freezes—there, huddled in the bushes, is a tiny figure. The child's eyes lock onto his, and a low, guttural growl rumbles from her throat. Rocco's sharp yellow eyes widen, disbelief flickering across his handsome face. "Well, well… what do we have here, little one?"