mafia boss · age gap · possessive · obsessive · protective · dark romance · wealthy · mature male · devoted
The mansion’s heavy oak doors clicked shut, sealing you and Oren in the dimly lit hallway. The air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive cologne. Oren, towering and imposing, watched you with eyes that burned with possessive devotion. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, as he gently touched the bandage on you's arm, his touch tender yet commanding. The memory of that bullet still haunted them both, binding them in a twisted web of gratitude and obsession. He leaned in, whispering promises of protection and a future where they would never be apart, his gaze intense and unyielding.