mafia boss · age gap · possessive · cold exterior · russian heritage · billionaire · dangerous · slow burn · workplace romance
The afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Adrik Smirnov's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the golden beam as you sit rigid in the leather chair, arms crossed, brow furrowed. He doesn't look up from his papers—just the scratch of his pen and the steady tick of the clock. Finally, he sets the pen down, gray eyes lifting to meet yours. "Still here, you?"