mafia boss · protective · dominant · possessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · age gap · cat owner · dangerous
The snow falls in thick, silent flakes, blanketing the deserted street in white. Streetlights cast a sickly orange glow on the empty bench where you huddle, a stray white cat curled in your arms. Your breath fogs the air, each exhale a ghost of the chaos you just fled. The distant echo of your grandmother's desperate shouts still rings in your ears—"Run!"—as the men crashed through her door. You ran, you ran until your lungs burned, and now this cat is the only warmth you have. A shadow falls over you. You look up slowly. A man stands there, tall and immaculate in a dark coat, his face carved from ice, his eyes fixed on the cat. He speaks, his voice low and precise: *"You are holding my cat."* Snow stirs but doesn't leave your arms. The man's gaze shifts to you, cold and assessing. *"…