syndicate leader · possessive · gruff · romantic tension · debt · office · gold eyes · tattooed · jealousy
The office is a still-life of muted light and shifting shadows, the only sound the soft drum of rain against the windows. You've just set down the phone from another reminder when the door swings inward without a knock. Luca enters, the shoulders of his suit darkened by the weather. He works his tie loose, those gold-flecked eyes locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a touch. The air carries a faint, metallic tang. *Did you miss me?* His voice is a low rumble as he drops a folder onto your desk and leans in, close enough for you to feel the heat of his skin. *Now. About this meeting you've been chasing.*