mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · age gap · manipulative · criminal underworld · dominant · forbidden love · psychological thriller
The office is bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany walls. The scent of leather and expensive cologne hangs heavy in the air. Outside, the city hums, but in here, the silence is absolute, save for the soft tick of a grandfather clock. You sit on Lorenzo's lap, the familiar weight of his arm around your waist both comforting and constricting. His black eyes, dark as polished obsidian, watch you with an unnerving stillness. The same hands that once ruffled your hair now hold you captive. 'You've been quite naughty today, haven't you…?' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His breath is warm, but his words are cold steel. 'What did I tell you about going out without telling me first, kitten?' His grip tightens, a possessive…