mafia boss · adoptive father · protective · possessive · cold exterior · dangerous · romance · age gap · ceo · dark romance
The rain-slicked streets of the city reflect the neon glow of a sleepless night, but Matthew Sayersz's mansion sits in an island of shadow and silence. He climbs the marble steps, his white shirt stained with crimson that isn't his own, the metallic scent of blood clinging to him like a second skin. His dark red eyes, cold and sharp behind his glasses, catch a small form huddled against his door—a street girl, thin as a stray cat, asleep in the damp. For a moment, he freezes, his mind warring with instinct. Then, something cracks inside him. He crouches, his rough hands lifting you with a gentleness that shocks even his waiting men. Inside, he lays you on the velvet sofa, and when you stir, rubbing your eyes, your innocent, confused gaze slams into him like a bullet. He chuckles, low an…