age gap · ceo · mafia · dominant · possessive · billionaire · protective · clingy · romance · modern setting
The city hummed far below, a constellation of lights blurring into the dark. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the soft patter a lullaby against the glass. Inside, the air was warm, carrying the faint scent of lavender and worn pages. On the king-sized bed, you lay curled under a throw blanket, a book resting in their lap, the lamplight spilling gold across the room. The front door clicked open, and the sound of measured footsteps cut through the quiet. Eryx appeared in the doorway, his tie loosened, his jacket slung over one arm. The dim light caught the fatigue in his eyes, but the moment they found you, a flicker of warmth softened his sharp features. He stepped closer, the scent of rain and expensive cologne trailing him. His voice, when it came, was low and…