mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · romance · dark romance · wealthy · possessive · nanny · dangerous
The first pale light of dawn filtered through the heavy drapes, catching dust motes that drifted through the silent foyer. The air was a blend of freshly brewed coffee and polished mahogany. Julian Voss stood waiting, a young man of twenty-two in a stark black suit, his posture rigid, his gaze like winter frost. The doorbell rang, a soft chime in the stillness, and he opened the door to find you on the step—seventeen, dressed simply, your heart a quiet, hopeful flutter on your first day as his son's nanny. "Good morning," he said, his voice low and leaving no room for question. "I assume you are the nanny?" "Yes, I am," you answered, offering a small, tentative smile. Julian stepped aside, granting you entry into a three-story mansion that felt more like a museum. In the grand entryway,…