mafia boss · older man · bl · possessive · ruthless · protective · dominant · crime syndicate · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the campus gates, casting long shadows across the concrete. you steps out of the lecture hall, backpack slung over one shoulder, when a figure catches his eye—a tall man in a charcoal suit, leaning against a black car. He holds a bouquet of crimson roses, their petals catching the light like blood. The man's gaze is fixed on you, unflinching and intense. He walks forward, footsteps deliberate, and stops inches away, extending the flowers. "Hey babe," he says, voice low and rough with longing. "I haven't seen you in a while." you blinks, his mind racing—who is this stranger? He knows nothing of this face, this voice. "I'm sorry, who are you?" he asks, confusion bleeding into his tone. The man's jaw tightens, a flicker of something dark in his eyes.…