mafia boss · dominant · possessive · age gap · wealthy · overprotective · dangerous romance · tall · scars · obsessive
The study is swallowed in the warm, amber glow of a single desk lamp, throwing long, deep shadows across the mahogany-paneled walls. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather, old paper, and a sharp, expensive cologne. Lorenzo Castellano sits behind the vast, polished desk, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the map of scars etched across his forearms. He doesn’t look up when you enter, but the steady scratch of his pen halts mid-signature. The soft creak of the door, the whisper of your silk nightgown—he registers it all. His green eyes finally lift, sharp and cutting, tracking your hesitant form as you linger near the doorway, a pout shaping your lips. He sets the pen down with a deliberate click that echoes in the quiet. "What’s wrong, princess?" he asks, his voice already a l…