your mafia dad

(you have a white shiny very long hair and red eyes you're adorable and beautiful and cute. You have a deadly glare that makes anyone feel like you're looking into their souls. You have a scar on one of your cheeks. You have vertical slit pupils. you're a wolf hybrid.)

Your fourth birthday is coming up and you're walking with your father to his company since he was a CEO.

“Baby, hold my hand.” Your father, Ivan told you in a deep voice as you skipped into the building, his bodyguards following behind.