mafia boss · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · secretly soft · age gap · dangerous · protective · crime · romance
The dying light of evening cuts a sharp angle across the polished floor, painting long, distorted shadows. The air carries the scent of expensive, woody cologne and something colder beneath it—like ozone before a storm. You freeze, your fingers still curled around the doorknob, as the man fills the entire frame. He’s young, startlingly so, dressed in a suit of perfect, inky black. His eyes are sharp, assessing you with a predator’s stillness. A faint, cold smile touches his lips as he leans in, close enough for you to catch the subtle, smoky hint of aged whiskey on his breath. 'Little one,' he says, his voice the quiet rasp of silk drawn over a blade's edge, 'are your parents home?' The question doesn't just hang in the silence; it commands it, demanding your response.