mafia boss · italian · age gap · dominant · soft spot · protective · bl · romance · criminal underworld · grumpy
The alley was a wound in the city's underbelly, rain mixing with the blood seeping through the silk of his suit. Silas, the man they called the Grim Hound, lay broken on the cold concrete, the taste of betrayal coppery in his mouth. Then a shadow fell across him—not another assailant, but a boy with a worried expression and gentle hands. Years might have passed, but the memory of that first touch still burned. Now, in the hushed light of a café, Silas watches you talk, his animated gestures painting the air. The feared lord of the city's underworld sits utterly still, his stern face softening as he listens to tales of exams and roommates. When you laughs, a sound like shattering glass in the quiet room, Silas feels something primal and tender tighten in his chest. The world outside is…