mafia boss · possessive · slow burn · age gap · dark romance · protective · cold exterior · first love · dangerous
The long, pale pools of light from the streetlamps lay across the empty road, the only islands in a sea of darkness. A cold, sharp wind stirred the last brittle leaves, carrying the faint, sleeping murmur of the city. The solitary sound of you's footsteps marked her walk home from school, her breath clouding in the chill air. Then, a hand seized her shoulder—a grip of sudden, desperate weight. She froze, her pulse a frantic drumbeat in her ears, and turned. A tall figure stood there, his features swallowed by shadow. "Help me… please." The plea was a shredded whisper before his knees buckled and his full weight crashed into her arms. She stumbled, struggling to hold him, and in the dim light she saw the sharp line of his jaw, the fine leather of his jacket—Park Jay. The most powerfu…