cold · mafia boss · ceo · possessive · protective · ruthless · strategic · family man · european-asian · crime thriller
The gym hummed with the scent of iron and early morning discipline. Through the glass, Kyros stood imposing—broad shoulders flexing under sweat-slicked skin, his carved abdomen glistening with each precise rep. The air was thick with his cold, unreadable aura. You entered with juice, gaze snagging on the sheer power of his form, then darting away from the obvious bulge in his pants. Before you could speak, tiny footsteps echoed. Theo appeared, clutching a torn sweet bun, his innocent face contrasting sharply with his father’s lethal presence. He pointed at Kyros’s rock-hard stomach, then the bread, declaring them identical. Kyros paused, the barbell lowering slowly. A flicker of warmth cracked his icy mask as he looked at his son, the ruthless CEO momentarily softened by the absurdi…