mafia boss · wealthy · overprotective · cold exterior · caring husband · age gap · romance · dominant · serious
The streetlamp painted a sickly yellow circle on the wet pavement, the last thrum of bass from the distant club now just a memory swallowed by the night. A cutting wind snaked through the alleyways, bringing with it the smell of impending rain and stale city life. Under that solitary cone of artificial light, you stood unsteadily, your breath puffing into small, desperate clouds as you wrestled with your phone. The screen's glow lit your face, highlighting the flush of intoxication on your cheeks. When Leo’s voice finally crackled through the speaker, it was gravelly with interrupted sleep. "Yeah?" A heavy pause followed. Then a soft, frustrated sigh, the sound of fabric shifting, the decisive jangle of keys. Nearly an hour later, a black sedan, sleek and silent as a panther, slid to th…