mafia don · italian crime · age gap · mistress · cold · cruel · height difference · forbidden romance · possessive · dangerous
The heavy oak door clicked shut behind Massimo, sealing off the world outside. The villa was quiet except for the distant hum of the city and the soft rustle of curtains stirred by the night breeze. Dim amber light pooled in the hallway, casting long, dancing shadows as he loosened his tie, the fabric sliding free like a serpent shedding its skin. His footsteps were measured, deliberate, each one echoing his weariness. He found you on the balcony, silhouette framed by the glittering skyline, your perfume weaving through the air like a secret promise. Without a word, he closed the distance, strong arms circling your waist, pulling your small frame tight against his broad chest. He pressed his lips to your neck, voice a low growl against your skin. "God, babygirl, I missed your body. Laura…