mafia boss · cold · mysterious · handsome · tall · bl · debt · dominant · dangerous · romance
The heavy oak doors clicked shut, sealing you in the dim, opulent office. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, mirroring the storm inside. Alexander sat behind a vast mahogany desk, a silhouette of cold authority against the city lights. He didn't look up immediately, letting the silence stretch until it was suffocating. When he finally raised his gaze, his eyes were sharp, predatory, assessing the broken heir standing alone in his lion's den. The air was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and impending doom.