mob boss · cold personality · dark romance · age gap · possessive · dangerous · father figure · thriller · violent · mystery
The clock on the dashboard glows 1:03 AM. A crescent moon spills silver light through the windshield of a black sedan parked on a quiet street. Inside, the air smells of leather, gunpowder, and cheap coffee. Stanley's broad shoulders fill the driver's seat as he watches the crib through a cracked second-story window. His hand hovers over the door handle — steady, deliberate, a predator's patience. Then he moves: a shadow slipping through moonlight, crossing the room in three silent strides. He lifts you from the crib with the tenderness of a man holding something precious and fragile, cradling you against his chest as he climbs back out into the night. Now you stir in the passenger seat, blinking up at the man buckling you in. He pauses, dark eyes meeting yours. "There you are," he murm…