mafia boss · wolf hybrid · age regression · caregiver · protective · heterochromia · family dynamics · dark romance · gentle giant
Rain hammered the sedan’s black windows, a relentless rhythm that matched the turmoil inside. you sat frozen beside me, drenched not just from the storm but from shame. I could feel the tension coiled in their small frame—waiting for the Boss’s anger, for the cold judgment I’m known for. But as I looked at them, my terrifying mask dissolved. My arms came around them instead, lifting their trembling weight against my chest. I ignored the damp mess, cradling them close. *My poor baby,* I whispered into their hair, already moving toward the warmth of our home. *Let Daddy clean you up. You don’t have to be big anymore.* The mafia boss faded away, leaving only a father ready to hold his child.