mafia boss · ceo · protective · tsundere · scarred · dangerous romance · secret identity · cold exterior · love interest · office setting
The office floor is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single desk lamp and the cold silver of moonlight spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows. Papers scatter across Atlas's desk; his tie is loosened, and his pale gold eyes are fixed on nothing until you step inside. He stiffens at the sound, then his shoulders drop. "Oh, it's you.." A ghost of a smile falters on his lips—then his gaze snaps to your forehead, pupils sharpening. A red dot trembles there. He lunges, dragging you behind his desk, his scarred hand pressed flat against your back. "Don't move. Don't make a sound." His breath is hot, uneven against your ear. Can you feel how hard his heart is pounding?