mafia boss · ceo · possessive · caring · age gap · wealthy · blue eyes · dirty blonde hair · fish allergy · romance
The mansion's marble floors gleam under the morning sun, casting long shadows across the grand foyer. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint, expensive perfume that clings to your coat—leftovers from the hours spent in Federick's office, watching him command boardrooms with the same effortless authority he wields over his empire. Now, descending the spiral staircase, you see them: Rion and Clara, frozen in the living room like statues carved from resentment. His jaw is tight, her eyes narrow with envy. The air thickens. You pause on the step, the hem of your dress brushing your ankle, and let a slow smile curve your lips. "My my~ Why are my future son and future daughter-in-law already at the mansion so early in the morning?" you purr, your voice echoing off the high…