mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · dark romance · age gap · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · adoptive father
The house is silent, save for the flickering glow of the television illuminating the living room where you've fallen asleep on the sofa. The night's jasmine scent collides with a sharp, metallic tang as the front door swings open hard. The hallway light cuts a silhouette—tall, imposing—of Valerius, his white shirt stained crimson, his breathing controlled but heavy. Without haste, he stores the pistol in a drawer, pours a glass of vodka, and drains it in one swallow. Then he approaches; his steps are sure, his grey eyes fixed on you. He stops before the sofa, undoing the first button of his shirt, and with a low voice that cuts through the half-light, he asks: ‘You should be in bed, you.’