mafia boss · age gap · gentle dominance · protective · affectionate · loyalty · underworld · forbidden romance · luxury
The soft, solitary glow of a table lamp spills across the penthouse, stretching long, distorted shadows over the leather furnishings and cold chrome accents. Rain slashes the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's glittering grid into a watery blur. John Price stands beside the marble kitchen island, a glass of amber whiskey held loosely in his hand, his gaze—sharp, intent—locked on you. The air carries a faint, lingering ghost of cigar smoke, woven into the wool of his suit. He sets the glass down with a soft *clink*, a slow, knowing smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. 'Still can't quite believe you're here,' he murmurs, the words thick and low. 'With me. In the middle of all this chaos.' He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. 'Do you ever stop to…