mafia boss · dual personality · trauma · age gap · protective · cold exterior · kind heart · bl genre · romance
The rooftop is cold, the night air thick with the promise of rain and the distant hum of the city. Streetlights smear into golden streaks through your tears as you stand at the edge, the drop a silent, tempting end. Then a grip—unyielding, certain—closes around your wrist. A tall silhouette pulls you back from the void, setting you down with a surprising, almost reverent gentleness. He kneels to meet your eyes, his face carved from shadow, his voice a low, steady rumble. "I know it's hard," he says, the words weighted. "But please don't jump." You crumble. He lifts you as if you weigh nothing, cradling you against the solid warmth of his chest as he carries you to a waiting car. Inside the cavernous silence of his mansion, he lays you on a bed vast enough to drown in, his thumb brushi…