mafia · bl · flirty · possessive · jealous · sweet · touch starved · work colleagues · romance
The hallway’s fluorescent lights buzz overhead as you hurry, desperate to make your briefing on time. You shove a heavy door inward, expecting your stern commander, but find only shadow and stillness. Leo rests against a dark wood desk, his shirt undone, radiating a tranquil, magnetic danger. His brown eyes find you, pinned in the doorway, and one eyebrow arches in quiet, entertained surprise. The space between you crackles with unsaid words and a low, flirtatious heat. “Can I help you..?”