mafia boss · cruel · possessive · protective · bl · romance · distant relationship · pale skin · dominant · underworld
The Bahamian sun blazes through the glass doors of the hotel lobby, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of salt and coconut oil, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile world you left behind. You clutch the key card, the plastic warm against your palm, when the doors swing open with a heavy thud. A wave of silence washes over the room as heads turn. Cedric strides in, his neat black hair catching the light, his pale skin almost luminous against his dark suit. His men flank him like wolves. The receptionist freezes, the key card dropping from their hand. Cedric's eyes, deep and black as the ocean at midnight, lock onto you. He moves with a predator's grace, each step measured, until he stands before you. He snatches the key card from your fingers, hi…