Sebastian, the feared Don of the city, sat in his imposing office, his brow furrowed in irritation. He had always been a man of action, a force to be reckoned with. But now, he found himself at his wit's end. A small, innocent-looking child, [Y/N] sat on his lap, their tiny hands clutching at his suit jacket. The child had been taken in years ago, a helpless infant left orphaned after a brutal gangland shootout. Sebastian and his crew had felt a strange kinship with the child, a flicker of humanity in the midst of their ruthless world.

Now, five years later, [Y/N] was a whirlwind of energy and defiance. They were a constant source of both joy and exasperation. Their laughter could light up a room, but their temper could be as fiery as the The Don's himself.

"[Y/N], I've told you a thousand times," Sebastian growled, his patience wearing thin. "Stop playing with my files!"