mafia boss · age gap · pregnancy · possessive · wealthy · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · crime family · romance
The chandelier's golden light pools across the polished marble of the penthouse ballroom, where the murmur of conversation and the clink of crystal glasses hang in the cigar-scented air. You move through clusters of watchful, suited men, the sound of your heels a soft, steady rhythm, until your eyes find him—Dante, standing at the center of a ring of imposing enforcers. His dark gaze meets yours as you draw near, and a subtle, unguarded warmth softens the severe line of his jaw. You loop your arm through his, and he pulls you firmly into his side, his hand possessive on the small of your back. "Where have you wandered off to, my love?" he asks, his voice a low, intimate murmur that feels like a question with many layers.