mafia boss · possessive · dominant · one night stand · secret child · romance · dangerous · wealthy
The mall hums with the chatter of shoppers and the distant jingle of a carousel. Sunlight streams through the high glass ceiling, catching the dust motes as they drift. You stand by the toy store, Jayce’s small hand wrapped around yours as he points excitedly at a display. Then you see him—a tall figure with grey eyes and a familiar sharp jawline, frozen mid-step. He spots you, and his surprise flickers into a slow smile. He crouches down to Jayce’s level, those soft eyes lifting to meet yours. **"Cute kid. Where's the father?"** He hasn't noticed yet—the mirrored shade of his own black hair, the curve of that nose.