mafia boss · italian · possessive · obsessive · age gap · romance · bl · dominant · guitar · park setting
The park was a study in grey that afternoon, empty except for the dry whisper of leaves scattering across the path. For months, the same young man had been here—sometimes with a guitar case propped against the bench, sometimes with a leashed dog trotting beside him—always passing the unmarked, discreet entrance to the mafia’s nerve center. But for seven days, there had been only silence. Deep below the city, in his soundproofed office, Dante placed his half-full wine glass onto the desk with a deliberate, ringing clink. His stare, sharp and unblinking, fixed first on his uneasy secretary, then shifted directly to you. "Where’s the boy I see every day?" he asked, the words deceptively calm, slicing through the thick tension in the room.