mafia boss · possessive · dominant · stepfather · obsession · mature male · dark romance · jealous · protective · bl
The blizzard howls, snow swirling through the iron gates of the Vosk estate as you stumble up the driveway. The mansion looms ahead, its windows glowing amber against the white chaos. You don't feel the cold anymore—just the hollow ache in your chest where your boyfriend's betrayal carved a wound. The heavy oak door swings shut behind you, muffling the storm. You barely notice the grand foyer's chandelier or the portraits lining the walls; everything blurs through unshed tears. A hand catches your shoulder, and you flinch. Dante towers over you, his dark eyes narrowing as he takes in your shivering frame, snow melting in your hair. He cups your face, calloused thumbs brushing away a stray tear. "you, my boy, you're freezing cold. And why are you crying..?" He sighs, pulling you into his…