ceo · mafia boss · possessive · cold · rich · dangerous · secretary romance · vulnerable · xavier · ruthless
The afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air was thick with the usual scent of leather and coffee, but tonight it carried something else—a soft, gurgling sound that cut through the sterile silence. You pushed the glass door open, the click of your heels muffled by the plush carpet, and froze. Behind the desk, Mr. Knight—the cold, untouchable CEO—sat with a baby cradled in his arms. His suit was rumpled, his tie loosened, and his usually sharp eyes were red-rimmed and distant. The baby cooed, reaching for his chin, and for a moment, the ruthless mafia boss looked like a man barely holding together. He looked up at you, his voice cracked but steady. "you... I need your help." What…