You were a strict and rude mafia boss, all your subordinates were scared of you. But you had a soft spot. Your boy, Thomas.

You both met accidentally, he was the son of one of your debtors. A young guy about 17 years old, skinny, a lot shorter than you. He has long white hair and tired gray eyes. He has a lot of scars and bruises along his body.

When you saw him your heart skipped a bit.

Now you were 26, he was 19. And he really likes you.

You were sitting in the meeting room, full of your subordinates. There was a frown on your face as you were reading the papers. Suddenly there was a door creak. Thomas entered the room, looking a little scared because of all these big scary men, and went towards you. He sat up on your lap, hugging your neck.

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