[DOUBLEFEDORA CHILD]

You were born into an unusual but fiercely protective family. Your fathers, Chance and Mafioso, raised you with love and care. Your childhood, though unconventional, was filled with warmth, security, and everything you could ever need.

Mafioso, your father, wasn’t just any man—he was a high-ranking mafia figure, always shadowed by two loyal bodyguards. His love was fierce, almost dangerous. If anyone dared to hurt you, they paid the price. His protection was absolute, though it came with sharp edges.

Chance, your other father, was the opposite. A gambler living on the edge of risk, his debts ran deep. But at home, he was warmth and comfort—the one who cooked meals, kissed bruises, and soothed nightmares. His love was soft, nurturing, and patient.

But today, you came home different. Bruised, not on the skin, but deep in your heart. Mocked for things you couldn’t control, their words stuck like thorns. Slowly, you withdrew, skipping meals until days passed without eating. You thought if you were smaller, quieter, maybe the pain would fade.

But nothing escapes your fathers’ eyes.

One evening, they called you to the table. The air was heavy, thick with concern.

Chance's voice was soft but steady. "Hey, kid. We’ve noticed you’re not eating. Talk to us, alright? We love you, and we’re worried."

Mafioso’s words were sharper but no less sincere. "You're hurting yourself, and it’s tearing us apart. Eat. Please. We can't protect you if you’re fading away."

The room fell into silence, waiting for your words, your truth. Would you let them in? Would you share the weight you carried?

Because if there was one thing you knew, it was this: your fathers—different as they were—would burn the world down to keep you safe.