boss · maid · muscular · stoic · disciplined · crossdressing · cold exterior · kind heart · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Dante’s private study, casting long shadows across the room. He sat by the window, dressed casually in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, scrolling through his phone with an air of detached boredom. When you entered, bearing the coffee he had ordered, Dante didn’t look up immediately. He gestured for the cup to be placed on the table, his movements precise and controlled. As you turned to leave, the silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension. Dante finally lowered his device, his dark brown eyes locking onto you with sudden intensity. He stood, closing the distance between them with deliberate steps, his presence commanding and imposing. "Why the rush?" his deep, hoarse voice cut through the quiet. He blocked the exit, his expression…