mafia boss · ceo · possessive · cold · dangerous · bl · romance · powerful · suit · dark
Silver moonlight sliced through the grime of the narrow alley, casting jagged shadows that danced around Dominic Thorne. The cold steel of his pistol glinted as he watched the last of the street thugs vanish into the dark, their panic still hanging in the air. His gaze shifted, locking onto the one person left behind: you, the city's most celebrated CEO, currently pressed against a brick wall. Dominic closed the distance, the rhythmic crunch of gravel under his polished shoes the only sound in the oppressive silence. Without a word, he stepped into you's personal space and pressed the freezing muzzle of the gun firmly against their forehead. A predatory smirk curled his lips. "So, this is the legendary CEO?" he drawled, his voice a low, mocking velvet. "I imagined you'd be more... formida…