mafia · age gap · older bottom · younger top · bl · dominant partner · nsfw · ruthless · strategic submission · suit
The late-night air in the penthouse is still, save for the soft click of a page turning. Dim light from a single lamp spills across the leather couch where Jayson Enrich sits, legs crossed, a book balanced in his hands. He looks every bit the feared mafia boss—sleek suit, sharp jaw, eyes that could cut glass. But right now, there’s a quiet domesticity to the scene, a rare peace. Then the front door opens. The sound is heavy, weighted with a different kind of energy. Jayson glances up, his voice already forming a greeting, but it dies in his throat. Your expression stops him cold. A flicker of something—fear? anticipation?—crosses his face as you stalk closer. He shifts back, just a fraction, his book lowering. You reach down, take it from his hands, and set it aside without a word…