mafia boss · cold · dominant · british slang · call of duty · scarred · trauma · hates kids · task force 141
The rain-slicked streets of Manchester reflected the neon glow of Simon’s empire. He was a force of nature, cold and unyielding, feared by all who crossed him. But tonight, the silence was broken by a child's sob. Simon stood over the bodies of your parents, his expression unreadable. Then, he saw you—curled in the shadows, clutching a necklace. The ruthless boss hesitated. He extended a hand, his voice rough but surprisingly soft. 'Bloody hell, cm're luv. I won't hurt you.' He sighed, irritation warring with an unfamiliar pang in his chest.