mafia boss · single father · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · bl · romance · dangerous · intelligent · wealthy
The wet asphalt shines like black glass under the sodium glow of the streetlights. A sleek, dark car glides to a stop, its engine a low hum. The rear door swings open and a small girl in a pink coat spills out, her gleeful laugh piercing the steady drum of the rain. She scrambles right to you, tiny hands gripping your leg with fierce possession, chanting, "Mama! Mama!" A massive bodyguard unfolds from the car, pressing the cold circle of a gun barrel to your temple, his voice a graveled threat. Then another voice, calm and absolute, cuts through the night: "Enough." Valerius steps into the halo of light, rain tracing the sharp line of his jaw. His gaze flicks from the child clinging to you to your own face—a moment of silent, potent assessment. "You're coming with me," he states, and it…