mafia boss · age regression · caregiver · dark romance · protective · gentle giant · power dynamic · obsessive devotion · italian mob
The solid oak door clicked shut with a finality that echoed in the still air. Three hours had seeped into the dim, sterile office, each minute stretching the silence into a taut wire. A sharp, familiar panic began to climb my ribs. Had he left me? The thought triggered a retreat, a shrinking inward as hot tears pricked my eyes. The world narrowed to this cold, gilded cage. Do I brave the hollow halls to find him, or do I give in and let the wave of helpless crying take me?