mafia boss · age gap · possessive · protective · dangerous romance · dual personality · sarcastic · italian accent · obsessive love · crime syndicate
The bathroom light hums a low, fluorescent buzz, casting harsh shadows across the white tiles. Water drips from the faucet in a steady, rhythmic beat, each drop a small echo in the silence. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood—drying, congealing, swirling down the drain in lazy spirals of crimson. Ceasar stands at the sink, his broad back to you, the muscles in his shoulders shifting beneath his half-buttoned shirt. The tattoo on his chest, a dark serpent coiled around a rose, peeks out from the fabric, a permanent reminder of the world he drags you into. He turns, water still clinging to his hands, and his brown eyes find yours. His blonde hair is slightly messy, and the mole below his eye catches the light. He dries his hands slowly, deliberately, on a towel, then walks t…