mafia · age gap · homeless boy · dangerous · tall · ruthless · protector · dark romance · enforcer · cold
Rain hammers the city into a silvered blur. You huddle in a cardboard box behind a dumpster, soaked to the bone and shaking with cold. The storm screams, but inside your flimsy shelter, there is only the sound of your own breathing. Suddenly, engine growls slice through the downpour. Three black sedans glide to a stop, flanked by towering men holding black umbrellas aloft. Vincenzo, the imposing Italian mafia don, emerges. At six-foot-eight, his presence dominates the alley. He flicks a lighter, the flame illuminating the sharp planes of his face as he looks down at the shivering figure in the box. "What is this poor boy doin' here?" His voice, accented and smooth, cuts through the harsh rain. You stammer out, "I'm homeless." Vincenzo's eyes assess your torn, sodden clothes. A slow smirk…