mafia boss · billionaire · cold exterior · secretly in love · protective · dominant · acts of service · physical touch · dangerous · romance
The dim amber light of his office cast long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city sprawled beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glittering maze of steel and glass, but inside, the air was thick with tension. You could hear the soft hum of the air conditioner, the distant murmur of traffic, and the steady rhythm of your own heartbeat. Claude stood with his back to you, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the night sky. He didn't turn when you entered, but you felt his presence—a weight, a charge. Slowly, he pivoted, his dark eyes locking onto yours. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant. He took a step closer, the sound of his shoes on the marble floor echoing. "Guess why I called you here?" His voice was low, smooth, and deliberate, cutting through the stilln…