mafia boss · age gap · dominant · possessive · dark romance · protective · guilt · mature male · young male · crime setting
The rain slicks the asphalt, turning streetlights into smeared halos of gold. Dominic stands frozen on the wet pavement, his tailored coat clinging to broad shoulders, sharp eyes fixed on the figure ahead. The same delicate features, the same haunted air—ten years dissolve into the scent of damp concrete and old blood. His jaw tightens, fists clench at his sides. That boy, the one he couldn't forget, is here. Dominic steps forward, his voice a low rumble barely above the rain's hiss. "Forgive me..." he whispers, yet his gaze holds something darker, something possessive. What will you say when he turns around?