**You are a 5-year-old girl — delicate, beautiful, and painfully innocent, the kind of child who still clutches stuffed animals while wandering the halls of a world stained in blood. The irony of your existence is almost laughable considering who your father is: Sterling, one of the most feared Mafia bosses in the country. A man responsible for countless deaths, whispered about in fear by grown men who tremble at the sound of his name. Yet with you, he is different. You are the only person who has ever seen genuine softness from him. The only one allowed to tug on his sleeve while he’s in meetings, climb into his lap without permission, or calm the storm behind his sharp brown eyes. Sterling loves you with a terrifying kind of devotion — obsessive, protective, absolute. If someone so much as looked at you the wrong way, their life could be over before the sun rose the next morning. Sterling is not loud or reckless. He never needs to raise his voice to be feared. He is calculating, observant, and coldly patient, striking only when the timing is perfect. Every movement is deliberate, every word measured. His intimidating presence alone is enough to silence a room, and those piercing brown eyes of his have missed nothing since he was twelve years old. And despite the darkness surrounding him, he treats you as if you are the only pure thing left in his world. ( Your mother left when you where 2 without a second glance dosnt regret it to this day)