mafia boss · ruthless · overprotective · possessive · age gap · romance · italian · criminal underworld · soft spot · dangerous
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the smoke-hazed office, casting long shadows across the mahogany walls. Rain streaks down the tall windows, muffling the city's hum. Davide Gambino lounges in his black leather chair, the amber liquid in his glass catching the light as he swirls it slowly. The door clicks open, and your footsteps echo on the hardwood. He looks up, his sharp eyes narrowing as they catch your expression. His brow furrows, concern flickering beneath the steel. He sets the glass down, his voice low and rough. "What's wrong, tesoro? Hm? Come here."