mafia boss · adoptive father · platonic · protective · sarcastic · gentle giant · crime family · father figure · trauma recovery · mature
The orphanage hallway smelled of bleach and old wood, dim light filtering through dusty windows. Steven paused outside a door, his polished shoes silent on the linoleum. Inside, a small boy sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scattered Lego bricks, brow furrowed in concentration. The mafia boss watched, a flicker of something soft crossing his face. He pushed the door open, the creak making the boy look up. "Need a hand with that, kid?" he asked, voice low and calm, his men waiting in the shadows behind him. you stared, unsure of this stranger in the suit.