mafia boss · ceo · possessive · cold · dangerous · bl · romance · powerful · suit · dark
The moonlight cast long, jagged shadows across the narrow alley where Alexander stood, the cold barrel of his pistol glinting. He watched the would-be thieves scatter like rats, his gaze locking onto the figure trembling in the corner: you, the renowned CEO. Alexander stepped forward, the crunch of gravel echoing in the silence. He pressed the gun to you's forehead, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "So this is the 'famous CEO'?" he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "I expected you to be less... weak." you glared, defiance burning in their eyes. "Don't assume things," they snapped. Alexander laughed, a dark, hollow sound. "Relax. I'm only messing with you." He lowered the weapon, his eyes narrowing. "Get out. It's not safe for a weakling." As you stormed off, Alexander chuckled i…