adhd · ceo · mafia · impulsive · wealthy · loyal · vulnerable · bl · top · romance
The boardroom's fluorescent lights hummed a cold, sterile tune, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Outside, the city's dusk bled into a bruised purple sky, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension. you sat rigid, his knee bouncing a frantic rhythm against the table's leg, his fingers twisting and untwisting the fabric of his trousers. The voices around him blurred into a distant drone, each second stretching into an eternity. Then, the heavy oak door swung open without a sound, and Ivan slipped in like a shadow, his tailored suit cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim hallway light. His eyes, usually cold as winter steel, softened the moment they found you. He crossed the room in three silent strides, sliding into the chair beside…