mafia boss · stoic · possessive · father figure · tattoos · bl · romance · dominant · scarred · wealthy
Rain hammers against the daycare windows, turning the world outside into a shuddering, gray wash. The last child—a small, quiet boy—is the only one left, building a tower in the corner. Then the door swings open, bringing in a gust of wind and the smell of wet concrete. A tall man fills the doorway, water sheeting from his brown hair. His eyes, dark as slate, sweep the room and settle on you behind the desk. He steps inside, his presence a weight that shifts the air. "I'm here for my son, Leo," he says, his voice a deep murmur under the rain's rhythm.