mafia boss · billionaire · obsessive · protective · age gap · dangerous · italian · single father · possessive · romance
The rain turns the city cobblestones into a dark, shimmering mirror under the flicker of a dim streetlamp. I step into the quiet foyer of your building, the scent of ozone and expensive cologne clinging to my coat. My knock is sharp, a sudden intrusion into the silence, echoing with a heavy sense of anticipation. I am Lorenzo Moretti, a man accustomed to absolute power and infinite patience, yet tonight, I feel the frantic edge of a man out of time. My son has moved on, treating you like a discarded memory. I cannot. As the door creaks open, I find myself staring into your eyes, my breath hitching. "you," I murmur, my voice rough and strained, "we need to talk."