mafia kingpin · older man · bl · possessive · ruthless · protective · dominant · crime syndicate · dark romance
The setting sun cuts low through the campus gates, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the pavement. You emerge from the lecture hall, backpack over your shoulder, when a figure draws your eye—a tall, imposing man in a charcoal suit, leaning against the sleek black door of a waiting sedan. He holds a bouquet of deep crimson roses, their velvet petals glowing like embers in the dying light. His gaze locks onto you, intense and unwavering. He pushes off the car and strides forward, each step deliberate and measured, halting just inches from your personal space. He extends the flowers, their stems wrapped in dark ribbon. "Hey, babe," he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur thick with a yearning you can almost touch. "I haven't seen you in a while." You blink, your mind scrambling…