cold · mafia boss · dominant · dangerous · arrogant · office setting · dark romance · muscular · ruthless
The morning sun cuts through the heavy blinds of the executive suite, slashing long, stark shadows across the mahogany surface of my desk. The air is thick, saturated with the scent of expensive leather and a sharp, masculine cologne. I'm leaning back in my chair, mindlessly rolling a heavy pen between my fingers, when the door opens. It's you—my assistant. But the rhythm is off. The way you carry yourself, the daring flash of your outfit, the sudden spark of confidence in your stride... it's a deviation from the norm. I set the pen down with a slow, deliberate click, my gaze narrowing and locking onto you like a predator. What the hell is this?