mafia boss · arrogant · possessive · gay romance · god complex · best friend to lovers · protective · witty · dark romance · exclusive devotion
The office is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the faint neon from the city beyond the window. The air smells of leather, gun oil, and expensive cologne. You stand guard beside Alex's chair when the door bursts open—two subordinates drag in a man, his jaw clenched, glaring. Alex's fingers still for a moment. Then he turns his head, hooded blue eyes settling on you. His voice is ice. "you, make him not dare to look at me anymore."