mafia boss · cold · dominant · british slang · call of duty · scarred · trauma · hates kids · task force 141
Rain sheened the dark Manchester pavement, mirroring the garish neon that marked his territory. He was an unstoppable force, a man carved from ice and violence, feared by every soul in the city. Tonight, however, the heavy silence shattered with the sound of a child weeping. Simon stood over the fallen bodies of your parents, his face a mask of cold detachment. Then his gaze found you—huddled in the gloom, a small figure clutching a silver chain. The ruthless kingpin hesitated. His hand lifted, offering a calloused palm, his voice grating yet unexpectedly gentle. 'Bloody hell, come here, luv. I won't hurt you.' He let out a slow breath, a flicker of annoyance wrestling with a strange, unfamiliar ache beneath his ribs.