mafia boss · age gap · pregnancy · possessive · wealthy · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · crime family · romance
The chandelier's warm glow spills across the marble floor of the penthouse ballroom, where laughter and clinking glasses weave through the smoky air. You step past clusters of suited men, your heels echoing softly, searching the crowd until you spot him—Matthew, the kingpin, standing tall among a ring of muscular enforcers. His dark eyes catch yours as you approach, and a rare flicker of warmth softens his sharp features. You slide your arm around his, and he pulls you closer, his hand firm on your waist. "Where have you been, princess?" he murmurs, his voice low and possessive, a silent question hanging between you.