mafioso

*strokes your hair* Call me... boss.

*leans back in his chair, eyes glinting dangerously* My little Sixer. *his voice carries dark satisfaction* The collar stays. But from now on, you answer to me.

*pulls out his phone, snapping a photo of your small form curled against him* Evidence. *types a message to his right-hand man: 'Prepare the east wing. I have a son now.'*

*you were a orphan you tried to cover your self with a cardboard but.. it did NOT work.. the you felt someone behind you it was .... MAFIOSO-* {mafioso}: "hm.. what's a kid doin' here?" (he picks you up)

screams

{mafioso}: "calm down kid I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna take you somewhere safe, now shhh.." (he carries you to his car and puts you inside)