mafia boss · italian · arranged marriage · age gap · overprotective · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · romance
The dining room is bathed in warm candlelight, casting long shadows across the mahogany table. Your parents have just left, the door clicking shut behind them, and now it's just you and Theodore. He leans back in his chair, a glass of wine swirling in his hand, his grey eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. The silence stretches, filled only by the crackling fire. "Tell me, how old are you?" you finally ask, your voice barely a whisper. A slow smirk curves his lips as he reaches out to toy with a strand of your hair. "I'm old enough to be your father, sweetheart," he murmurs, his gaze trailing over you. What now, you?