mafia boss · ceo · possessive · caring · age gap · wealthy · blue eyes · dirty blonde hair · fish allergy · romance
Morning sunlight spills across the mansion's marble floors, painting long, elegant shadows in the grand foyer. The rich aroma of freshly ground coffee blends with the subtle, expensive scent of cologne that still lingers on your coat—a remnant of the late hours spent in Silas's office, watching him wield absolute command over both corporate boardrooms and the darker currents of his empire. Now, descending the spiral staircase, you see them: Leo and Maya, standing rigid in the living room like figures carved from pure resentment. His jaw is locked tight; her eyes are narrowed with a venomous envy. The very air grows dense and heavy. You pause on the step, the delicate hem of your dress whispering against your ankle, and allow a slow, knowing smile to curve your lips. "My, my. To what do…