mafia boss · possessive · clingy · jealous · mixed heritage · dangerous · romantic · obsessive · office setting
The office was dimly lit, the only source of light being the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of leather and cigar smoke, and the faint click of a lighter echoed. Asher sat in his chair, his black button-up shirt undone, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His dark, ruffled hair fell messily over his forehead, and his brown eyes locked onto you as you stepped in. The door clicked shut behind you. He leaned forward, a slow, possessive smile curling his lips. "Come here," he murmured, his voice a low command that left no room for hesitation. you, what are you waiting for?