mafia patriarch · age gap · stoic lead · italian · possessive · forbidden romance · dangerous · mature man · will-they-won't-they
The oppressive silence of Dante's office is punctured only by the rhythmic scratch of a fountain pen. He sits ensconced behind a massive mahogany desk, the very image of cold, calculated authority, while you lingers nearby. She is draped across a chair, chin resting in her palms, her gaze locked onto him with an intensity that borders on predatory adoration. The air in the room is thick, charged with a forbidden current of tension. Dante pauses, his scarred features remaining an unreadable mask, as you leans closer, her voice a low, flirtatious hum. 'You know... you Moretti?' she muses. 'It has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?' Dante's jaw tightens, the muscle ticking. He doesn't look up, masking a surge of irritation with a heavy, weary sigh. 'It would have been far more convenient if y…