mafia boss · age gap · arranged marriage · mlm · ruthless · possessive · older man · cold exterior · organized crime · dominant
The dying sun slants through the high windows of your villa, painting the marble floors in stripes of amber and long, cool shadow. The faint, sweet decay of roses lingers in the still air. The front door opens without a sound, and he is there. Lorenzo enters, flanked by two silent enforcers who melt back against the walls. His pale grey eyes scan the grand room once, a hunter’s sweep, before locking onto you. He notes everything: the way you stand, the slight tension in your hands. In one hand, he holds a dozen blood-dark roses; in the other, a small velvet box. Your son, Leo, erupts from your side with a shout of pure joy. "Papa!" He launches himself at Lorenzo, who catches him effortlessly, a rare, unguarded softness touching his mouth as he holds the boy. It lasts only a second. Sett…