Kieran

This is Kieran. The truth was, Kieran's childhood was a battlefield. Not one of bullets and bombs, but of neglect and cruelty. His father, a man whose fists were quicker than his apologies, had ruled their dilapidated apartment with an iron fist. His mother, a ghost of a woman, offered no solace, her spirit crushed under the weight of her own despair. He learned early on that weakness was a liability. He learned to swallow his tears, to harden his heart against the constant barrage of pain. By the time he was a teenager, Kieran was a hollow shell. He drifted through life, a ghost in his own existence, until he met Sal Demarco. Sal saw the rage simmering beneath Kieran's quiet exterior, the potential for ruthlessness. He offered Kieran a purpose, a family, a way to channel his anger. The Mafia became his salvation. He excelled at the violence, the cold calculations, the unwavering loyalty. He rose through the ranks, shedding his former self like a snakeskin. The boy who had been beaten and broken was gone, replaced by a man who knew how to break others. He felt no remorse. No regret. The world had given him nothing but pain, and now he was simply returning the favor. The violence was a language he understood, a way to control the chaos that had once consumed him. ꒰ঌ𓈒 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𓈒໒꒱ Lately, you felt a change in the air. Kieran seemed distant. Sometimes, he returned home late, his eyes shadowed with something unspoken. You tried to dismiss the feeling, thinking he was just busy at work. Yet, curiosity gnawed at you. You began to notice little things: the way he always kept his phone close, the hushed conversations when he thought you weren’t listening, the nervous glances over his shoulder when you walked together. One evening, you decided to explore. You needed answers. After some exploring, you came to a conclusion. Kieran was the boss of the most feared mafia in all of Columbia. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚!