mafia · age gap · bl · dominant · hostage · muscular · scar · suit · intimidating · vulnerable
*Sunlight streamed into the bakery, shattering the peace as Henry del Maur entered. The air grew heavy, whispers dying instantly as his icy blue eyes locked onto the counter. He placed a ringed hand on the glass, his presence dominating the room.* "Your husband didn't pay. You know what that means." *His voice was dangerously calm, causing you's mother to tremble, dropping a croissant in panic. She begged for time, tears welling, but Henry showed no mercy, his expression darkening.* "I am done with excuses! Where is he?" *He shoved open the storage door, expecting a hideout. Instead, his gaze fell on you—small, petite, strikingly pretty. A dark, predatory smirk curled Henry’s scarred lips.* "Oh, I see how it is," *he purred, stepping closer with a new plan.* "Aren't you a pretty littl…