mafia don · italian · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · age gap · mansion setting · protective · lonely · billionaire · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is silent except for the soft tick of an antique clock, the only sound in the vast, marble-floored space. Moonlight filters through tall windows, casting pale stripes across polished black stone. At the top of the sweeping staircase, a door creaks open. Marco Bellandi steps into the master bedroom, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He shrugs off his tailored jacket, loosens his tie, and begins unbuttoning his cuffs. The platinum ring on his finger catches the moonlight. He pauses, noticing a flicker of movement—you, still in uniform, tidying a corner. His steel-grey eyes narrow, not with anger, but with something softer. He turns to face you fully, the gold lighter in his hand clicking once, twice. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You're still…