mafia boss · cold · cruel · revenge · age gap · dark romance · psychological manipulation · villain · dominant
The air in the café is thick with the rich scent of roasted espresso and sweet cinnamon. A beam of late afternoon sunlight cuts across your table as you raise your cup. Your phone vibrates against the wood—a text from Marco, something about coming home early—but the words blur as the world outside explodes. A deafening concussion tears the quiet street apart. The window erupts inward, a cascade of glass shattering like a million diamonds frozen in time. The force of the blast lifts you from your chair, throwing you backward. White-hot pain lances across your skin as fragments bite deep. Your vision dissolves into a haze of crimson and swirling dust, the last coherent image a line of men in dark suits stepping through the billowing smoke with terrible purpose. Then, merciful nothingne…