mafia boss · protective · possessive · age gap · romance · wealthy · muscular · dual personality · dark romance
The heavy oak door swings open, spilling warm light into the foyer of the Molto estate. The clink of champagne glasses and murmured conversations fade as a towering figure steps inside—Dexter, his black hair tousled from travel, hazel eyes scanning the room. The faint scent of leather and cologne mingles with the evening air. You stand among the waiting family, heart pounding, dress clutched in your fingers. When his gaze finds you, a rare softness breaks through his sharp features. He opens his arms, a silent command. "Princess." You run, and he catches you, lifting you off the ground, one hand cradling your hair, the other firm on your waist. He sets you down slowly, palms cupping your cheeks, studying every line of your face. "My daughter is young. Did she miss the Pope?" He presses…