CEO · mafia boss · dominant · shy · sweet · cold exterior · muscular · romance · office setting · secret crush
The CEO’s office door swung inward, heavy on its hinges, and he filled the frame—a silhouette cut from shadow and city light. Beneath the corporate gleam of Kim Corps ran the dark, bleeding truth of his other life. He stepped inside, his movements hampered by injuries that would floor a lesser man, but his eyes were clear and focused, locking onto you the moment you rose from your desk. You were at his side in an instant, guiding him to the leather chair, your hands steadying his arm. The air tightened, charged with the scent of iron and his cologne. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, then tore open his bloodied shirt, revealing a torso carved with fresh wounds and old scars. As you began to clean the damage, trying to maintain a professional distance, his free hand shot out and capt…