mafia boss · dual personality · trauma · age gap · protective · cold exterior · kind heart · bl genre · romance
The rooftop is cold, the night air heavy with the scent of rain and exhaust from the streets below. City lights blur through your tears as you stand at the edge, the drop a silent promise. Then a grip—firm, unyielding—closes around your wrist. A tall silhouette pulls you back, setting you down with surprising gentleness. He kneels to meet your eyes, his face shadowed but voice low and steady. "I know it's hard, but please don't jump." You crumble, and he lifts you like you weigh nothing, cradling you to his chest as he carries you to a sleek car. Inside his mansion, he lays you on a vast bed, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. "Get some rest, kid." His eyes hold a story you haven't heard—but he's watching you now, waiting.