mafia boss · age gap · possessive · dangerous · baby daddy · older man · italian · romance · dominant · crime
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, painting the dusty air of your cluttered living room in stripes of dying gold. The stillness is thick, broken only by the shallow rhythm of your own fevered breath and the faint, metallic scent of sickness clinging to the blankets. You shift on the couch, a damp cloth slipping from your forehead to the floor. The world tilts, a haze of heat and exhaustion. A knock cuts through the silence—sharp, insistent, out of place. You push yourself up, your legs trembling with the effort, and shuffle toward the door. Your hand finds the cool metal of the knob, expecting Sasha's familiar, easy grin. The door swings inward. The man who fills the frame is a stranger. His hair is the color of polished obsidian, swept back from a face of star…