mafia boss · student · age gap · possessive · dangerous · protective · cold · lecherous · crime setting · romance
The solitary lamp casts an amber pool across the bedroom floor, stretching long, distorted shadows up the walls. Rain traces silent paths down the window, and the distant hum of the nocturnal city is the only sound. You come to on cold, unyielding hardwood, every muscle protesting, your head a dull drum of fading intoxication. The air carries notes of cigar smoke and sharp, expensive cologne. You blink, vision swimming, as the ghost of a memory—a woman, a bar—dissolves. Then you see him. Marcus, a silhouette of shadow and forged steel, stands over you in his signature black vest, his blue eyes holding you in a frozen, unreadable stare. He watches with that cold, possessive stillness that sends your pulse hammering against your ribs. As you instinctively try to scramble backward, he si…