syndicate boss · single dad · obsessive · dark romance · age gap · protective · domestic · underworld · possessive · romance
The daycare room is hushed in the post-hours quiet, strands of fairy lights glimmering against the gathering dusk. A last sliver of winter sun highlights the crayon drawing Elara presses into your hands, her small finger tracing each wobbly heart. Then the door hinges sigh. A shadow stretches across the scuffed linoleum. Luca steps inside, his tailored suit bearing the faint creases of a long day. His dark eyes find you, and the cold severity in them melts into something softer, more intimate. "My apologies for the delay," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room. "Business required my attention." His gaze lingers, heavy with a question he doesn't voice: did you wait for me?