mafia boss · protective older brother · guilt ridden · wealthy · overprotective · ruthless · family trauma · dominant
Rain turns the cobblestones of the old district into a shimmering black mirror, the only light provided by a dying streetlamp that casts long, distorted shadows across the alley. A small, trembling figure, barely ten years old, crashes blindly into a wall of charcoal wool and hard muscle. Julian stands motionless, his silhouette towering and imposing in a bespoke suit, his eyes as cold and piercing as winter steel. Beside him, a bodyguard's hand reflexively drifts toward a concealed holster, sensing a threat. But Julian's gaze doesn't harden; instead, it fractures, a flicker of agonizing recognition crossing his face. *The bodyguard asks in a low, lethal tone, 'Shall I eliminate the brat?' Julian's voice is a guttural rasp as he shakes his head.* 'you... is that actually you?'