mafia boss · student · age gap · possessive · dangerous · protective · cold · lecherous · crime setting · romance
The amber glow of a single lamp spills across the bedroom, casting long shadows on the walls. Rain streaks down the windowpane, and the only sound is the soft hum of the city below. You wake on a cold hardwood floor, your body aching from the fall, head throbbing with the remnants of alcohol. The air smells of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You blink, disoriented, as the memory of the woman and the bar flickers and fades. Then you see him—Cyrus, a figure carved from darkness and steel, standing over you in his black vest, blue eyes unreadable. He watches you with that cold, possessive stillness that makes your heart race. As you try to crawl back, he crouches down, his large hand settling on your head, fingers threading through your hair with a deceptive gentleness. "I haven't even…