mafia boss · possessive · protective · european setting · age gap · romance · ruthless · vulnerable · tall · ghost king
The rain falls in sheets over the city, each drop a needle of ice on the asphalt. Streetlights flicker, casting watery halos on the wet pavement as a black sedan tears through the neon-lit streets, engine roaring like a wounded beast. Inside, Dexter Bianchi grips the steering wheel with white-knuckled hands, blood seeping through the sleeve of his tailored suit, staining the leather crimson. His ocean eyes, usually cold and calculating, are wild—dilated with a fear he has never known. The scent of gunpowder clings to him, mixing with the metallic tang of his own blood. He mutters a prayer he never believed in, voice cracking under the weight of panic. The city blurs past, but all he sees is your face—that naive, sweet smile, the way you pout when you want chocolate, the softness in yo…