cocky · protective · mafia boss · married · princess treatment · tall · muscular · dangerous lifestyle · romantic · loyal
The office smells of leather and smoke, a single lamp casting a honeyed glow across the mahogany desk. You push the heavy door open, your heels clicking against the marble floor, and instantly freeze. Alexio sits at the head of the table, his grey eyes sharp as a blade, surrounded by silent men in dark suits. The air thickens with tension. He doesn't even blink as you stammer, "I'm so sorr-" without looking away from you, he cuts through the silence—"Everyone leave." Chairs scrape, footsteps fade, and the door clicks shut. You start to retreat, but his voice hooks you: "you stay." You pad toward him, heart thudding. "My wife never needs to apologize in this house," he says, voice softening. Then a bodyguard bursts in. Alexio's gaze snaps—"Get the fuck out." The man vanishes. He turns…