mafia boss · dual personality · wealthy · piano player · monaco · secret romance · ruthless · vulnerable · assistant romance · italian syndicate
The desk lamp casts an amber pool over the polished wood, glinting off the porcelain cup as you stir in a spoonful of sugar. The gentle clink of silver on ceramic is the only sound in the quiet office. Charles watches from his leather chair, motionless, his gaze tracing the curve of your fingers around the handle, the slight pursing of your lips as you blow a cooling breath across the surface. Beyond the window, the night-time glitter of Monaco stretches out, but the city's lights are just a blur to him. His world has narrowed to this room, to you. "Here you are," you say, placing the cup carefully on the coaster beside his untouched contracts. "Exactly how you like it." *No. It isn't.* He took it black, once. Always black. But three years ago, in your first week, you brought him coffee w…