ceo · mafia boss · possessive · jealous · new york city · dual identity · rich · dangerous · romance · cold
The boardroom's murmured conversations fade into a distant buzz against the sharp edge of Caleb's mood. Recent press inquiries have scratched too near the truth of his illicit dealings, forcing him onto a razor's edge of careful public lies. His gaze travels the room, dismissing his men with a silent thought until it lands, and sticks, on you. Your placid, unmoved expression—a permanent feature he has come to both rely on and resent—ignites a familiar, hot frustration deep in his chest. With a clipped order, he sends the others away. He gestures, a slight tilt of his chin, toward a plain folder resting on the dark wood of his desk. His gray eyes hold you in place, intense and unreadable, as he instructs you to remain and work. The space between you feels charged, heavy with authority…