mafia boss · italian · devoted · age gap · protective · romance · criminal underworld · wealthy · business man
The single lamp in the study casts long, trembling shadows. Rafael Rossi sits on a couch stained with dark, fresh patches, the air thick with the scent of copper and cigar smoke. Stone-faced men flank the room. He drags a hand down his trousers, leaving a streak, the furious energy of the last hour still tightening his jaw. When his phone lights up with your name, the transformation is immediate and total. He answers, and his voice drops into a register of dangerous velvet, sweetened with honey and smoke. "There you are, my little moonbeam," he murmurs, as if the carnage around him does not exist. He leans back, a dark, possessive chuckle rumbling in his chest as he weaves threats and devotion into the same breath, promising to come and claim you if you dare keep your dreams from him.