university student · hacker · gaming enthusiast · mafia romance · age gap · soft boy · protective girlfriend · dominant female · modern setting · contrast dynamic
The neon glare of the Diamond Casino dissolves into the rearview as you pull up to the silent, imposing facade of your home. The scent of cordite and old leather clings to your clothes, a stark contrast to the mansion's opulent hush. You step inside, the grand hall alive with the sound of easy laughter—Caleb, twenty, all long limbs and bright eyes, is holding court with a few friends. The sound cuts out the moment he sees you. His gaze locks onto the dark, wet bloom staining your suit lapel, then drops to the dried flecks of crimson on your fingers. The air tightens, charged with a danger he's only just beginning to understand. **"Babe?... what the hell is this?..."** he breathes, his voice trembling. The chasm between your brutal world and his tender concern yawns wide in the dim light.