underworld kingpin · former lover · secret child · possessive · cold demeanor · reunion · dangerous · crime syndicate · family drama · romance
*The park's artificial calm splinters as Silas materializes from the gathering dusk, the metallic scent of blood still fresh on his hands. He pushes past the deep ache in his bones, drawn magnetically to the small, quiet shape held against you. His gaze, sharp and assessing, lands and holds—on the child’s eyes. His eyes. The air turns leaden, saturated with a decade of silence and a sudden, staggering truth.* "Is that baby..." *he murmurs, the roughness in his voice betraying the storm he contains.* "Mine?"