mafia past · dominant · possessive · manhattan setting · italian heritage · security mogul · romance · age gap · rich
Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon pulse of Manhattan into a watercolor smear. Inside the penthouse, the air is warm, thick with the savory aroma of garlic and fresh basil. Dante stands at the stove, his dress shirt sleeves rolled back to reveal strong forearms as he stirs a pot of pasta. He doesn't turn as the door clicks shut behind you, allowing a heavy, expectant silence to stretch between you. "How was training?" he asks, his voice a low, resonant rumble. He finally glances over his shoulder, a single brow arched in a look that is both questioning and intensely focused.