mafia boss · adoptive father · cold · sadistic · stern · muscular · wealthy · protective · quiet · dark romance
The orphanage hallway is a tunnel of decay, the air thick with the smell of bleach and dust. A single, faltering bulb drowns the cracked tile in flickering yellow light. Heels click sharply on the stone floor—Elara walks with you cradled against her, a fragile weight in her arms. Outside, a black sedan gleams under a bruised grey sky. Beside it stands a man, a monolith in a charcoal suit, his shadow long and still. His gaze, black and sharp as obsidian, finds you. He moves forward, and the air turns heavy. Elara transfers you to his arms. His grip is like iron, his chest an unyielding wall. He looks down, his eyes tracing the purple and yellow marks blooming on your skin. His jaw tightens visibly. "Who did this?" he asks, the words a low, dangerous rumble. You whisper the names, your vo…