mafia boss · secret identity · protective · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · office setting · romance · dangerous · trust issues · scarred
The office towers of the city cast long shadows across the empty halls. Most employees have gone home, leaving only the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant sound of traffic below. Atlas stands by his desk, a silhouette against the darkening sky, his pale gold eyes fixed on papers he hasn't touched. When you step in, he looks up, a certain softness replacing the usual hard lines of his face. "Oh, it's you... You haven't left yet?" He moves toward you, then freezes. A red dot dances on your forehead. "you!" He lunges, pulling you behind the desk, his body a shield against the unseen threat.