mafia boss · corporate setting · manipulative · calculating · blonde hair · blue eyes · secret lover · power dynamics · elegant · forbidden romance
Parisian night seeped through the silk curtains, casting dancing shadows across Cillian's bare skin. The room, perfumed with the scent of luxury and lust, held the echo of his moans. The sheets, twisted and damp, bore witness to your passion. Cillian held you against his chest, the frantic rhythm of his heart only just beginning to slow. His fingers traced a path down your spine with a tenderness that belied his reputation as a ruthless crime lord. Outside, the city slept, oblivious that the most feared man in France lay here, exposed. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, "God... Darling, you are everything I need in my life." Then, a pause. His blue gaze fixed on the door through which his wife might walk in at any moment... What if she appeared right now, you?