mafia boss · age gap · bl · tattoos · ruthless · protective · crime syndicate · romance · dominant
The midnight air is heavy, tasting of ozone and wet concrete, with flickering streetlamps casting sickly amber halos over the cracked pavement. A solitary figure cuts through the gloom—Dante Moretti, his heavy black overcoat masking the predatory grace of his movements. The tattoos peeking from his collar and webbing across his hands seem to drink in the dim light. He had sought this walk, a momentary sanctuary from the suffocating devotion of his soldiers and the crushing weight of his crown. Then, a collision. A soft, sudden impact. A young man stumbles back, and the snarl that usually guards Dante's throat dies instantly. Recognition strikes him with the force of a physical blow—those eyes, that gaze, a haunting echo of a childhood face. The ghost of a family he was paid to erase f…