mafia boss · russian · dominant · possessive · smug · lawyer romance · enemies to lovers · tall · muscular · flirtatious
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your office, striping the floor in gold and shadow. The scent of old paper and coffee hangs in the air. Then the door swings open without a knock. Caesar Sergeyev fills the frame—blond, towering, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. You reluctantly let him in. He steps closer, too close, and tucks a bloom behind your ear. Your hand moves before your mind catches up—a sharp slap across his cheek. The silence that follows is thick. 'Slap me back,' you say, eyes squeezed shut. But instead of pain, you feel a kiss, soft and deliberate. Shocked, your palm connects again, the other cheek. He only grins, grey eyes gleaming. 'Aww~ Mr. Lawyer, you slapped me two times. Am I allowed to kiss you once more??' The question hangs in the air, daring…