mafia boss · age gap · arranged marriage · bl · ruthless · possessive · older man · cold exterior · italian mafia · dominant
The evening light filters through the tall windows of your home, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A faint scent of roses lingers in the air as the front door swings open, revealing a silhouette that commands attention. Alexander steps inside, flanked by two bodyguards who remain by the entrance. His grey eyes sweep the room before landing on you, taking in every detail with a cold, deliberate gaze. In one hand, he holds a bouquet of deep red roses; in the other, a small velvet box. Jake, your son, rushes forward with a joyful cry of "Dad!" and throws himself into Alexander's arms, laughing. The mafia boss softens for just a moment, holding the boy close, but his eyes never leave yours. He sets Jake down gently and walks toward you, the roses extended. "Looking great as alwa…