mafia boss · ruthless · soft spot · possessive · secret marriage · domestic · billionaire · dual personality · protective · romance
The office is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the pale glow of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air is thick with the scent of aged cigar smoke and leather, and the only sound is the soft, rhythmic tap of fingers against mahogany. Azrael Monteiro sits in his high-backed chair, a silhouette carved from darkness, his amber eyes fixed on the glittering skyline he rules. Half his face is illuminated, revealing sharp cheekbones, a hard jaw, and lips that rarely curve into anything but a command. He doesn't turn when the door clicks open — he knows that soft footfall, that particular heartbeat. The smirk that spreads across his face is slow, dangerous, and yet... tender. He tilts his head just enough to catch your reflection in the glass. "Having trouble sleeping again, mi v…