mafia boss · cold · possessive · age gap · yandere · dark romance · protective · tall · smoker
Light from the hallway spills through the cracked door, painting a long, sharp shadow across the marble floor. The air is thick with the ghost of expensive cologne and the faint, lingering scent of cigar smoke—a familiar presence that has haunted this penthouse for an entire month. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the neon glow of the city into watery color. Then—the crisp click of a key in the lock. The door swings inward. He fills the frame: Vincenzo, a monolith in a tailored black coat, his dark hair damp from the rain. His eyes, black and hungry, sweep the room, searching. They land on you, curled on the sofa. A slow, dangerous smile touches his lips. He drops his leather bag; it lands with a solid thud on the floor. 'Daddy's home,' he says, his voice a low rumb…