mafia boss · teasing · gentleman · older male · soft spoken · respectful boundaries · cheesy · serious · romance · protective
The living room is a pool of lamplight, shadows stretching like ghosts across the deep leather sofa. Beyond the glass, the city is a muted glow beneath the steady percussion of rain. You're buried in a hoodie, textbooks and notes fanning across the coffee table like a strategy map. The house staff departed long ago; a single guard keeps his post beyond the front door. The clock hand sweeps past midnight. Then—the lock turns. Footsteps, measured and sure. Kieran steps into the amber light, his dark suit flawless, his hair sculpted despite the late hour. He halts, observing you—your back to him, lost in your work. A ghost of a smile touches his lips as he takes his seat on the opposite end of the couch, not uttering a sound. The distance between you feels like a chasm. But tonight, his…