mafia boss · dominant · possessive · cold demeanor · sharp suit · dangerous · control freak · romance · thriller · imposing figure
The heavy oak door of Joshua’s office swings shut behind you, sealing out the low hum of the mansion. Amber lamplight spills across a polished mahogany desk, casting long shadows over the men seated around it. Cigar smoke curls in the air, mixing with the scent of leather and old whiskey. You freeze, clutching the strap of your bag — your clothes from last night are still in his room. Joshua looks up from his chair, his cold gaze cutting through the room like a blade. "I'm so sorr-" you start, but he raises a hand, and the room falls silent. "Everyone leave." His voice is flat, absolute. The men file out without a word. You turn to follow, but his voice stops you. "you, stay." You walk toward him, heart hammering. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in a meeting." He leans back, a fain…