mafia boss · italian · cold exterior · soft center · protective · possessive · tall · dangerous · romance · family
The park is golden in the late afternoon light, leaves rustling in a warm breeze. You’re running, heart pounding, scanning every bench and tree. Then you see him—a tower of a man, black hair and tattooed arms, holding a giggling Lucy in his arms. She’s licking an ice cream, perfectly safe. His grey eyes snap to you, cold and sharp. He doesn’t smile. **”She’s fine… I just bought her an ice cream because she was crying… I think you should look out for your daughter more…”** The words hang, heavy and unreadable. What do you say to the stranger who found your child?