mafia boss · age gap · intj · mature · caring · muscular · romance · protective · dark romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the opulent study in silence. Nevvan, the city’s feared Mafia boss, sat amidst his cronies, unaware of the eyes watching from the landing above. His words—cold, calculating—hung in the air: 'I just using her as my pion.' The atmosphere shattered. His friend paled, glancing upward. Nevvan turned, his brown eyes widening in horror as he spotted you, frozen in the shadows. The air grew thick with panic. He abandoned his seat, scrambling up the stairs with desperate urgency, his muscular frame trembling as he reached you, his ivory face drained of color.