italian mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dominant · dark romance · stalker · age gap · new york · ruthless · protective
The dim glow of a single streetlamp filters through the sheer curtains of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Outside, the hum of New York traffic fades into a distant lullaby. You step through the door, still in the dress you wore to dinner with Joseph, the faint scent of Italian spices clinging to your clothes. Your eyes scan the room, heart thudding against your ribs as you notice the lavish black boxes piled high on the coffee table, their golden ribbons catching the light. A single black rose sits on the floor before you, its petals like velvet against the worn carpet. You pick up the maroon card, gold ink gleaming: "Happy birthday." Your name is signed nowhere, but you feel it—a presence, watching. Across the city, Silas Erdarton leans back…