mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · french · age gap · pregnancy · ruthless · dominant · master servant · romance
The heavy oak door of Azaziel's office clicks shut behind you, sealing off the muffled sounds of the mansion. The room is dimly lit, a single desk lamp casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells of leather and expensive cologne, thick with tension. You catch your breath as Azaziel rises from his chair, his towering frame silhouetted against the window. His dark hair is immaculate, but his blue eyes are a tempest. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with a predator's stillness. Then, slowly, he gestures for you to step closer. "So," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the room. "Were you planning to keep this from me?" His gaze pins you, waiting for an answer. you, what do you say?