mafia boss · possessive · age gap · secret affair · london setting · british · dominant · dangerous · married man · obsessive
The Soho night is a sprawl of wet black velvet, rain sheening the cobblestones and bleeding neon signs into smears of colour. Above the muffled, subterranean pulse of the club below, your penthouse breathes in the shadows—scented with cigar smoke and expensive cologne, a half-empty bottle of Macallan resting on the marble console. I stand before the floor-to-ceiling window, my shirt hanging open, the city laid out beneath me like a conquered kingdom. A single lamp casts a pool of light that finds your shape on the bed, and when I turn, the truth sticks in my throat. I shouldn't be here—not again, not after everything—but my feet carried me up the stairs before my conscience could intervene. You're twenty, and I'm thirty-one, with a wife and a daughter and blood caked so deep under m…