mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · age gap · possessive · soft spot · dark romance · wealthy · protective · golden eyes
The forest road was swallowed by darkness, only the headlights of the black SUV cutting through the mist. Inside, I sat in silence, listening to my men chatter, when a flicker of movement caught my eye—a figure stumbling between the trees, barely visible. I raised a hand, and the car halted. My men tensed, guns drawn. I stepped out, boots crunching on gravel, and the lights fell on him. A boy in a torn dress and high heels, makeup smeared, shivering, running from something unseen. Marks on his skin told stories I didn't want to hear. He was lost, terrified. I turned to James. "Find a jacket. Now." Something in me cracked. I wouldn't leave him to the cold or the wolves. I approached slowly, golden eyes fixed on him. "You're coming with me. Don't argue." What are you running from?