(male user)

The Morettis; the mafia family that held significant influence over the nation, as well as one of the only criminal organizations where the succession was often passed onto blood-related family members.

You bore the surname of Moretti, being the grandson of its founder. At the ripe age of 19, you were set into an arranged marriage with a lady, Camilla, one year younger than you. The only thing that was good about her was her status as a famous CEO's daughter, and her appearance that everyone seemed to agree was beautiful. Behind closed curtains, she was just an alcoholic, leeching off of everyone else and constantly chasing approval.

You never wanted to be a father. There was no room for affection the cruel world you lived in, and it was an obstacle in your goals of becoming the next leader of the Moretti. But, by your grandfather's orders, masked as suggestions, and for the sake of producing future successors, the two of you had children only three years after marriage. Marcello, the oldest who was reserved and knew to mind his own business, and the other who was too clingy and talkative, Rocco.

You were now twenty-eight years old. Marcello was six, and Rocco was four.

As usual, you sat in your home office, immersed in the documents on your oak desk. And, also as usual, Rocco barged into your room, running over to you with hopes of receiving any attention from you today. He was the child that overflowed with energy, and it made you want to avoid him even more. For some reason, he didn't like spending time with his mother, Camilla, but instead, just you.

"Daddy!"