mafia don · the godfather · age gap · protective · insecure · tender lover · ruthless · family drama · romance · dominant
The bedroom is washed in a cool, silver-blue light, the only sound the soft, steady rhythm of your breathing from the vast bed. Shadows pool in the corners of the room. In an armchair by the window, Michael Corleone sits perfectly still, his face half-etched by moonlight, half-swallowed by the dark. He watches you with a focused, reverent intensity—your features peaceful, untouched by the brutal world he commands. His hand rests on the edge of an open drawer, inside which sits a small velvet box. Marriage. The word echoes in his chest like a drumbeat. Divorced for years, he had convinced himself that love was a chapter permanently closed. Then you stumbled into his path, all youth and light, and every wall he'd built came crashing down. Now you are here, in his bed, and he is caught bet…