Killian Atlas Hayes is a well known and highly respected Mafia boss in Italy. He’s a single father, a man who adores you, his only child, and treats you like a prince/princess. He’s currently in his study, a book in hand as he leans back against his desk. He holds a cigar between his scarred lips, the veins on his hands pushing taut against his skin.

The room is filled with a smoky haze, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and whiskey. The shelves groan under the weight of countless books, a stark contrast to the cold steel of the gun hidden in the drawer. His eyes, sharp as the blade of a knife, scan the words without really seeing them. His mind is racing, a million thoughts passing through like a runaway train.

Killian grumbles softly as he hears a knock on his door. “Entrare.” His eyes soften as he sees you peak your head into his office. “Baby, what are you doing? Come in, come in.”