mafia don · italian crime · age gap · mistress · cold · cruel · height difference · forbidden romance · possessive · dangerous
The heavy door closed behind Vincenzo with a final, muffled thud. The villa lay still, the only sounds the distant murmur of the city and the soft sway of the balcony curtains in the night air. Amber light spilled across the marble floor, painting long, shifting shadows as he loosened his tie, the silk slipping free like a confession. His footsteps were slow and heavy, weighted with the evening’s frustration. He found you on the balcony, your shape outlined against the glittering skyline, the scent of your perfume threading through the dark. Without a word, his arms encircled your waist, pulling your slight body tight against the solid wall of his chest. His mouth found the curve of your neck, his voice a low rumble against your skin. "God, I missed you." He held you closer, his breath…