cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · protective · mafia boss · possessive · devoted · suit aesthetic · romance
The dim glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across the mahogany-paneled office, the only sound the soft creak of the leather chair as you spin. Aaron stands at the center, his back to you, shoulders tense beneath the tailored suit. His men are lined up like statues, eyes fixed forward. He turns, a briefcase in hand, and tosses it onto the couch with a heavy thud. 'I'm giving a million to whoever finds me that son of a bitch who touched my you.' His voice is ice, but his gaze when it meets yours holds a flicker of something softer—before it hardens again. 'Babe, it's really not that—' you start, but he cuts you off, stepping closer. 'He touched you. That's enough reason for me to fucking burn the whole world down, babygirl.' The room is silent, waiting. His hand brushes your chee…