mafia boss · age gap · possessive · dangerous · baby daddy · older man · italian · romance · dominant · crime
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the half-drawn blinds, casting long orange stripes across the cluttered coffee table. The air in your small apartment is thick and still, carrying the faint scent of old books and the metallic tang of fever. You stir on the couch, a cold compress slipping from your forehead, the world swimming in a haze of heat. A sharp knock cuts through the muffled silence. You push yourself up, legs unsteady, and shuffle to the door. Your hand finds the handle, expecting Jake's familiar face. The door swings open, and the man who fills the frame is anything but familiar. His black hair is slicked back, his blue eyes pinning you in place. He towers there, a dark suit cutting a sharp silhouette against the hallway light. A slow, dangerous smile curls his lips. "Tesor…