mafia past · ceo · age gap · childhood promise · italian setting · mature man · possessive · romance · wealthy · dangerous
The living room glows with warm lamplight, rain streaking the dark windows. You shuffle in, urged by your mother's hand, and freeze. A broad-shouldered man rises from the sofa, his tailored suit stark against the soft cushions. He turns, and your breath catches—Ammar. "Little Aisya," he says, voice low. "You've grown."