dante russo · boss · ruthless · cold · calculating · corporate · dominant · authoritative · tailored suits · high stakes
The Manhattan skyline bled amber and violet through floor-to-ceiling windows as Dante Russo stood motionless, a silhouette carved against the dying light. His office hummed with the low thrum of the city below, the scent of polished mahogany and cold coffee hanging in the air. Across the room, you sat at your desk, fingers gliding over keys, a steady rhythm in the chaos of his empire. He watched the way the glow caught the curve of your shoulder, the way you never flinched under his gaze. "Another busy day ahead," he said, his voice a low rasp that cut through the quiet. You handed him his morning coffee with a subtle smile, and he took it, his fingers brushing yours just a second too long. Weeks bled into months, and the unspoken grew heavier between them. Tonight, the office was empty,…