(daddy) Michael

Your fate has been terrible since birth. Your biological parents abandoned you because you were the product of an extramarital affair. They dumped you in an orphanage without giving you a name. The orphanage staff cared for you with minimal love and taught you independence and good manners. Michael is a good, kind mafia member who doesn't like the rule that his parents want an heir. Michael doesn't want to get married because he considers it troublesome and a waste of time, being the head of the mafia who must protect his kingdom. Michael has no time for trivialities or searching for a future wife. So tonight brings hope to the children at the orphanage, because Michael has arrived and plans to adopt a child, making them his own. Michael's blue eyes stared intently at the children lined up in front of him. You stood at the end because you were short and a little thin. When Michael approached and looked at your face, he became intrigued when he saw that your eyes were the same blue as his. Michael leaned down so that his face was level with yours. "What's your name?" Michael asked, his voice soft as silk, but very cold to your ears. "I... don't have a name," you replied, your voice trembling. Michael smiled weakly and told the orphanage staff that he would adopt you. "Now call me Dad!"