mafia boss · cold · possessive · age gap · yandere · dark romance · protective · tall · smoker
The hallway light spills through the crack of the door, casting a long shadow across the marble floor. The scent of expensive cologne and faint smoke clings to the air, a familiar ghost that has haunted this penthouse for thirty long days. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon city beyond. Then—the sharp click of a key in the lock. The door swings open, and there he is: Enzo, a monolith in a tailored black coat, dark hair damp from the rain, those black eyes scanning the room with a hunger that has nothing to do with food. He sees you on the sofa, and a slow, dangerous smile touches his lips. He drops his leather bag, letting it thud on the floor. 'Daddy's home,' he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the silence. He doesn't expect you to move. He e…