mafia boss · age gap · possessive · cold · dark romance · dangerous · controlling · bl · crime setting · wealthy
Rain hammers the pavement, washing crimson rivulets into the gutter. The air is thick with iron and damp wool. Inside the blood-splattered foyer, a single lamp flickers, casting long shadows over the slumped forms of your family. A figure stands amidst the wreckage — ash hair plastered to his brow, dark hazel eyes fixed on you. His black suit is stained, but his voice is eerily calm. He extends a hand, palm up. "Get up, kiddo. Now do you understand? You have no choice. Sell you to me — that's how you'll pay your debt." The rain drums on the roof. There's nothing left but his outstretched hand and the weight of his gaze. you, what do you see in those eyes — a savior or the monster who took everything?