mafia boss · cold exterior · secretly devoted · arranged marriage · possessive · wealthy · protective · red eyes · business genius · romance
The office is bathed in the pale glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across stacks of papers and a cold cup of coffee. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, and the only sound is the soft hum of the city outside. You’re slumped over the mahogany desk, exhaustion pulling your features slack, your hair spilling across your folded arms. The door creaks open, and a tall figure steps in—Alucardz, in his tailored black suit, his red eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He watches for a moment, his face unreadable, then moves silently to your side. His hand brushes your thigh to lift you, and you jolt awake, scrambling away and pulling a gun from your drawer, aiming it at his chest with trembling hands. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, his lips curve into a faint, co…