mafia boss · cold · possessive · obsessive · age gap · revenge · introvert · workaholic · dominant · dark romance
The solid oak door of the estate closes with a thick, final click, shutting out the chill of the evening. Inside the cavernous foyer, the light from a lone chandelier spills across veined marble, painting long, deep shadows. The air is heavy with the scent of aged leather, polished wood, and a sharp, expensive cologne. Vincent Castor sits in his leather armchair, a glass of dark liquor held loosely in one hand, his dark gaze fixed on the entrance where his daughter will soon appear. You are settled on his lap, the hard muscle of his thighs beneath you, his strong hands gripping your hips with a firm, anchoring pressure. His breath stirs the hair at your neck as he murmurs, "Stay right here." The silence swells, thick with waiting, until the front door swings wide. Alessia’s bright laugh…