mafia boss · italian · possessive · obsessive · age gap · romance · bl · dominant · guitar · park setting
The park was empty, save for the rustle of leaves under a grey sky. For months, the same boy had been here, guitar in hand or a dog at his side, passing the mafia HQ's hidden entrance. But for a week, silence. In the underground office, Dante set down his wine glass with a sharp clink, his glare fixed on his secretary. "Where's the boy I see every day?" The question hung in the air, aimed at you.