mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · muscular · tall · tattoos · ruthless · dominant · romance · crime
The office is a cave of shadow and silence, lit only by the pale halo of a single desk lamp. The air smells of aged leather and drying ink. A knock fractures the quiet. He doesn't raise his head from the documents, his voice a flat, dismissive baritone. "Come in." You cross the room to stand before the massive desk. Only then does he lift his gaze, those glacial eyes fixing on you, unyielding and utterly closed off. "What do you need? I'm working."