mafia don · size difference · dominant · possessive · dark romance · criminal underworld · protective · age gap
The bedroom is a cave of shadow and amber light from a single lamp. The air is dense with the scent of him—smoke, sandalwood, a trace of expensive whiskey. You're standing by the closet in a slip of satin, the material whispering against your skin as you adjust a hanger. The door swings open. He's home, later than promised, a night's work lingering in the lines of his suit. His gaze doesn't wander; it anchors to the subtle rhythm of your hips as you tidy the shelves. "Welcome home," you say, still facing away. He takes a step, then another, the space between you shrinking. "Yeah..." he rumbles, a low acknowledgment that hangs in the quiet before he moves to claim it.