mafia boss · crime lord · abusive · cruel to women · protective father · rich · handsome · muscular · dark romance · trauma
The late sun stretches the shadows of the deserted plaza, painting the cobblestones in gold and grey. A peal of laughter, bright and sudden, shatters the quiet. A little boy darts toward you, arms wide, and you catch him as he leaps. His small hands clutch your shirt. Then, the measured click of expensive shoes. From the mouth of a shadowed alley, a tall figure steps into the light, flanked by silent men in tailored suits. He stops before you, close enough that you feel the chill coming off him. His voice drops, low and edged. "Give me my son. I don't need another gold digger in my life." His eyes hold you there, a trap without walls. What do you do?