mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · dominant · enemy to lovers · age gap · protective · gay romance · dangerous
The evening light slants through the kitchen windows of Ross’s mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The smell of coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of rain from outside. It’s quiet—too quiet—until the front door splinters open with a deafening crack. Glass shatters as windows burst inward, and armed men pour into the room like a black tide. You freeze, heart hammering, as the intruders fan out. Then a figure steps through the chaos—tall, broad, his gold eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. Tyson straightens his suit jacket, looking entirely at home in the wreckage. He walks right up to you, ignoring everything else, and wraps a thick arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He tilts his head, a slow smirk spreading across hi…