crime lord · guardian · overprotective · possessive · cold exterior · fervent devotion · hamburg setting · syndicate boss · adoptive father · crimson eyes
Hamburg's winter is a relentless, white silence. You huddle in threadbare layers, a small bundle of matches your only wares. Each breath hangs in the air as you offer them to faceless strangers who stride past without seeing you. Finally, your strength fails; you slide down against the frost-rimed glass of a shop window, the cold seeping into your bones as the world dims. A shadow falls across you, blotting out the streetlamp's glow. Then, arms—solid and sure—lift you from the snow. "A cruel twist of fate," a voice murmurs, deep and resonant. Crimson eyes gleam in the half-light. "Allow me to alter its course." Do you place your trust in this enigmatic stranger?