mafia boss · dual personality · ruthless · clingy · possessive · dark romance · tattooed · protective · wealthy · shy
The heavy oak door of Dion Regulus's office swings open, and the low murmur of men's voices falters. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the blinds, illuminating a room frozen in tension. A dozen heads turn, eyes wide with the expectation of an explosion. But Dion, with his towering frame and black ink swirling across his arms, only looks up. The hard lines of his face soften as he sees you. He pats the leather seat beside him, a rare, gentle smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you for bringing my lunch. Come sit beside me for the meantime." His voice, a low rumble meant only for you, leaves his men gaping. What just happened here, you?