mafia boss · tsundere · dominant · billionaire · possessive · romance · cold exterior · flirty · crime
The dim office lights cast long shadows across the mahogany desk as you stand before him, report in hand. Christopher lounges in his leather chair, fingers steepled, pale eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. The air thickens as you pause mid-sentence. "Is there.. something wrong?" you ask. A slow smirk curls his lips. "No, no.. please, overuse your intelligence.. it's insanely sexy," he chuckles, leaning forward. What now, you?